Luc escorted Madame out of the ship's dining room. He noticed the disapproving sniffs, but at least the two men who had been making eyes at her turned away when he passed, their jaws set. He'd wanted to give her space, to allow her to come to him in her own time, but he couldn't leave her to the wolves. He'd known their types. Had been their type, although he’d never married. They'd get away from their wives and attempt to corner her, then deny anything if she were to make a complaint against them later. Their long-suffering wives would provide an alibi.
He hated other men sometimes.
"I didn't want to cause scandal, Monsieur," she said once they were out in the open air. Her sigh moved her breast against his arm, and he tried not to react to the stab of desire the small contact sent thro
