Kyle gave him a wry glance. “Why?”
“To block her cleaver—because Operation Madison might piss her off. Just saying.”
He shifted on his feet. “If we do things right, she won’t even think about the cleaver.”
“Oh, she’ll think about it,” Brooke added with a dark laugh. “I would. Does anyone want to place a bet?”
He could not hear his odds right now. “I’ll head outside as you guys open the proverbial wager book. Holler when you’ve finished sizing up my future.”
As he let himself out, he tipped his head up to the blue sky. Despite the cold January morning, Paris still held its eternal appeal. He’d always believed there was magic in the air.
Now he would need that magic to help him.
Operation Madison had begun.
