Chapter 6
Bart discovered who I really was, but I wasn’t going to let that put an end to our friendship.
I’d received a note from Folana Fournaise, asking me to come to her flat. Curious, I’d gone.
Bart had stood in the tiny kitchen while smoke rose from a frying pan, curling to the ceiling. “What the f**k are you doing here, Blackburn?”
“I asked Mr. Sebring to come,” Miss Fournaise said in a calm tone.
“Sebring?” His eyes widened. “Any relation to the ice queen Sebring?”
“Bart, I like you, but if you ever call my sister that again, I’ll knock you down.”
“Sorry. But…Bugger it, you’re not Jefferson Blackburn? Jesus Christ, I’m losing my touch. Duchess, I put you at risk. I’m so sorry—”
She smiled at him, a very sweet smile for such an extremely dangerous woman. “You never put me at
