When I stepped out of the door to the apartments, I could feel the Paris night pulse all around me. A thrum of excitement, like the low purr of an engine, revved in my belly, and I had the feeling that tonight was the first night in a whole new life for me. A wolf whistle brought my attention around to the café. Jason was sitting at one of the tables. He was holding a book—a spy novel—and sipping a glass of wine. His gaze swept over me from head to foot. He mouthed the word wow, and I grinned at him. That was exactly the shot of confidence I needed.
