“Lockedout?”
I hesitate. “It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in some other time. I’m already feeling like I’m late thismorning.”
“Yes, your car is already outside waiting for you. He uh, he seems nice, that Jack. I got a chance to chat with him for awhile.”
“Nice? Howsweet.”
Moody is more like it. He was all chatty-watty when he picked me up yesterday morning, yet during the entire ride home, he was as quiet as agraveyard.
“Anyway,” Jules says, holding the door open as Truffles and I walk out onto the sidewalk. “Passez une bonnejournee.”
“Thanks, Jules. You have a lovely day,too.”
And standing next to the town car, back passenger side wide open, is Jack. Looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Well, from what I can tell, anyway. He’s got those damn sunglasses and hat on again, making him look mystery man-ish.
And God, do I hope he doesn’t drive slow. I have an important meeting with a well-known designer in anhour.
