The panic gripped her tighter or was that her uncle"s hold upon her arm. Her breast heaved as she gasped for air. If he remembered her uncle, surely he would recognize her.
Jules felt her rapid breath on the back of his neck. With a half turn in her direction, he gave her a small shake of his head. Henri would not recognize the young woman before him for the young man he considered a fellow; there was no mistaking the look of a man wholly assessing the countenance of a woman…his gaze lingered on Jeanne"s rich chocolate hair piled high in curls upon her head, on her full, wide lips. Henri"s eyes fluttered politely, yet not without interest, over her small, high breasts and tiny, tightly cinched waist. This young man would never believe her to be a one herself, no matter how well-crafted th
