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caught herself almost instantly and relaxed.
“We have two reasons to celebrate, Grandmama. Dev’s asked me to go to Paris with him.”
“So I understand. Maria informed me you asked her to stay with me while you’re gone.”
Her arctic tone left no doubt as to her feelings about the matter.
“It’s just for a short while, and more for me than for you. This way I won’t feel so bad about rushing off and leaving you on such short notice.”
The duchess didn’t unbend. If anything, her arthritic fingers clutched the head of her cane more tightly.
“And the second reason for this celebration?”
Sarah braced herself. Dev could feel her body go taut against his while she struggled to frame their agreement in terms her grandmother would accept. It was time for him to step in and draw the duchess’s fire.
“My sisters will tell you I’m seriously deficient in the romance department, ma’am. They’ll also tell you I tend to bulldoze over any and all obstacles when I set my sights on something. Sarah put up a good fight, but I convinced her we should get engaged before we take off for Paris.”
“Madre de Dios!” The exclamation burst from Maria, who gaped at Sarah. “You are engaged? To this man?”
When she nodded, the duchess’s chin shot up. Her glance skewered Dev where he stood. In contrast to her stark silence, Maria gave quick, joyous thanks to the Virgin Mary while making the sign of the cross three times in rapid succession.
“How I prayed for this, chica!”
Tears sparkling in her brown eyes, she rushed over to crush Sarah against her generous bosom. Dev didn’t get a hug, but he was hauled down by his lapels and treated to a hearty kiss on both cheeks.
The duchess remained standing where she was. Dev was damned if he could read her expression. When Sarah approached, Charlotte’s narrow-eyed stare shifted to her granddaughter.
“We stopped by Cartier on our way here, Grandmama. Dev wanted to buy me an engagement ring.”
She raised her left hand, and the effect on the duchess was instant and electric.
“Dear God! Is that...? Is that the Russian Rose?”
“Yes,” Sarah said gently.
Charlotte reached out a veined hand and stroked the emerald’s rounded surface with a shaking fingertip. Dev felt uncomfortably like a voyeur as he watched a succession of naked emotions cross the older woman’s face. For a long moment, she was in another time, another place, reliving memories that obviously brought both great joy and infinite sadness.
With an effort that was almost painful to observe, she returned to the present and smiled at Sarah.
“Your grandfather gave me the Rose for my eighteenth birthday. I always intended you to have it.”
Her glance shifted once again to Dev. Something passed between them, but before he could figure out just what the hell it was, the duchess became all brisk efficiency.
“Well, Sarah, since you’re traipsing off to Paris on such short notice, I think we should sample this sumptuous feast your...your fiancé has so generously arranged. Then you’ll have to pack. Devon, will you pour the champagne?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
* * *
Dev’s misguided belief that he’d escaped unscathed lasted only until they’d finished brunch and Sarah went to pack. He got up to help Maria clear the table. She waved him back to his seat.
“I will do this. You sit and keep la duquesa company.”
The moment Maria bustled through the door to the kitchen, la duquesa let loose with both barrels. Her pale eyes dangerous, she unhooked her cane from her chair arm and stabbed it at Dev like a sword.
“Let’s be sure we understand each other, Mr. Hunter. I may have been forced to sell the Russian Rose, but if you’ve purchased it with the mistaken idea you can also purchase my granddaughter, you’d best think again. One can’t buy class or good genes. One either has both—” she jabbed his chest with the cane for emphasis “—or one doesn’t.”
Geesh! Good thing he was facing this woman over three feet of ebony and not down the barrel of an M16. Dev didn’t doubt she’d pull the trigger if he answered wrong.
“First,” he replied, “I had no idea that emerald once belonged to you. Second, I’m perfectly satisfied with my genes. Third...”
He stopped to think about that one. His feelings for Sarah St. Sebastian had become too confused, too fast. The way she moved.... The smile in her green eyes when she let down her guard for a few moments.... Her fierce loyalty to her grandmother and ditz of a sister.... Everything about her seemed to trigger both heat and hunger.
“Third,” he finally admitted, “there’s no way I’ll ever match Sarah’s style or elegance. All I can do is appreciate it, which I most certainly do.”
The duchess kept her thoughts hidden behind her narrowed eyes for several moments. Then she dropped the tip of the cane and thumped the floor.
“Very well. I’ll wait to see how matters develop.”
She eased back against her chair and Dev started to breathe again.
“I’m sure you’re aware,” she said into the tentative truce, “that Paris is one of Sarah’s favorite cities?”
“We haven’t gotten around to sharing all our favorites yet,” he replied with perfect truthfulness. “I do know she attended the Sorbonne for a year as an undergraduate.”
That much was in the background dossier, as was the fact she’d majored in art history. Dev planned to use whatever spare time they might have in Paris to hit a few museums with her. He looked forward to exploring the Louvre or the Cluny with someone who shared his burgeoning interest in art. He was certainly no expert, but his appreciation of art in its various forms had grown with each incremental increase in his personal income...as evidenced by the Byzantine medallion.
The belated reminder of why he was here, being poked in the chest by this imperious, indomitable woman, hit with a belated punch. He’d let the side details of his “engagement” momentarily obscure the fact that he’d arm-twisted Sarah into it. He was using her, ruthlessly and with cold deliberation, as a tool to help close an important deal. Once that deal was closed...
To borrow the duchess’s own words, Dev decided, they’d just have to wait and see how matters develop. He wouldn’t employ the same ruthlessness and calculation to seduce the eminently seductive Lady Sarah as he had to get a ring on her finger. But neither would he pass up the chance to finesse her into bed if the opportunity offered.
The possibility sent a spear of heat into his belly. With a sheer effort of will, he gave the indomitable Charlotte St. Sebastian no sign of the knee-jerk reaction. But he had to admit he was now looking forward to this trip with considerably more anticipation than when Jean-Jacques Girault first requested it.
Three hours out over the Atlantic Sarah had yet to get past her surprise.
“I still can’t believe Grandmama took it so well,” she said, her fingers poised over the keyboard of her laptop. “Not just the engagement. This trip to Paris. The hefty bonus you’re paying Maria. Everything!”
Dev looked up from the text message he’d just received. Their first-class seat pods were separated by a serving console holding his scotch, her wine and a tray of appetizers, but they were seated close enough for him to see the lingering disbelief in her jade-green eyes.
“Why shouldn’t she take it well?” he countered. “She