CHAPTER THREE
A helicopter whisked Jules over the clear, blue Mediterranean Sea. The luxurious cabin with leather seats comfortably fitted the four of them: her, Brandt, Yvette her maid, and Klaus their bodyguard. But even with soundproofing, each wore headsets to communicate and protect their ears from the noise of the rotors.
Almost there.
A combination of excitement and nerves made Jules want to tap her toes and twist the ends of her hair with her finger. She kept her hands clasped on her lap instead. She wanted to make her family and country proud. Her mother, God rest her soul, too, but presenting the image of a princess completely in control wasn’t always easy to do.
She glanced out the window. On the water, a Sun Fast 3200 with a colorful spinnaker caught her eye. She pressed he
