He smiled tenderly.“That’s my girl.Here, drink your coffee and eat your doughnut.I’m going to work in my office for a bit.”
“Okay,” she said, taking her breakfast.“Oh, by the way, I didn’t know you spoke French.”
He stilled.“How did you know that I spoke French?”
“I overheard you through the office door.Do you speak any other languages?”
“I know curse words in Italian.Does that count?”
She laughed then winced as the skin on her bruised cheek pulled.“Maybe you could teach me some.”
“What?Italian curse words?”
“No, French.It’s a beautiful language.”
“That it is.Helps when I’m talking business.Rest now.I’ll check in later.”
“Okay.”
He stood and, much to her surprise, kissed the top of her head.Then he left her in the beautiful bedroom with the sun shining through the sheer curtains.
Chapter Seven
As soon as he enteredhis home office, his burner phone rang with Unknown as the caller.He locked the door behind him and settled into his chair before answering.
“Spécialiste.”
“Oui,” Max said.
His man continued to speak in French.“We received intel that product is coming on a cargo ship called the Navigator.”
“Sinclair hasn’t told me about this.”
“It’s not his.”
Max cursed under his breath.“Voclain.What time?”
