Chapter NineRoy, Sienna decided, was a very tricky man.
She’d been afraid that after his tirade he was going to turn her into some kind of prisoner. She’d never been to Paris with a beau and had looked forward to seeing some of the world’s most romantic city together.
But he didn’t lock her up. Quite the opposite.
“They’re expecting a redheaded beauty with a phalanx of guards hitting the high end of Paris’ offerings. So put on a blouse and nice slacks then tuck your pretty hair under a scarf. The four of us are going out to dinner as two cheerful couples.”
And they had. Sienna would bet that her dinner in a classic French street-café with three Secret Service agents had been far more enjoyable than a meal with the ministers she’d spent the afternoon and evening with. The only oddity to
