The Affair

“He said all you need to do is get on the plane. He has everything you’ll need already there. His pilot, Marco, knows where to take you when you arrive. And he said . . . he expected you to come,” Amanda said delicately.

“Expected?” Emma asked, her spine stiffening in rising anger.

Amanda nodded, studying her with sober blue eyes. “He said you’d agreed to spend the time with him, and that you weren’t the type to go back on your promise.”

Amazement broke through her anger. He really did have balls, sending a message like that. She once again sensed Amanda’s hesitation.

“What else did he say?” she asked slowly.

“He said to remind you that you’d agreed to ‘whom these days and hours belong.’ And he said to say that you aren’t a coward. What did he mean by that?”

Blood started to pound in her ears in the taut silence that ensued. She shook her head, her throat too thick to answer Amanda’s question.

“Emma, I’m trying not to butt in, because I can tell you don’t want to talk about this thing with Va

“I’m worried I more than like him, Amanda. Much more,” she said in a choked voice.

Amanda’s eyes widened. “Oh. I see. No wonder you’re worried about going to France.”

Emma just nodded.

“It’s just . . .” Amanda hesitated, clearly torn between speaking or not.

“What?” Emma asked.

“Well, you were the one who told me after Colin and I . . .” She faded off, but then rallied. “You were the one who said it was worth it to take a risk for passion. And I happen to agree with Va

Emma gave her a querying glance.

“You’re not a coward, Emma. You never were,” Amanda repeated. “He told me to give you this. He said as soon as you called, this man would arrange everything.” Emma glanced briefly at the piece of paper with the name Marco Hagan and a phone number with an international prefix on it.

She remained unmoving, watching her sister leave the room.

Chapter 28

Emma was feeling some strange combination of nervousness, ebullience, and exhaustion when the sleek plane landed at the Nice Côte d’Azur Airport early on Friday morning. She hadn’t slept much on the transatlantic flight, too awed by the luxury of the private plane Va

. . . Too overrun with anticipation at the thought of seeing Va

She still didn’t appreciate his heavy-handedness in regard to her job and so many other things, but she did know one thing. She’d sent him away Monday because she was overwhelmed by what was happening between them. Va

I need you there.

She recalled him saying those words before Cristina’s funeral. And whether she was a fool or not, she somehow had heard a similar, secret message in the one he’d given Amanda. Like before, she hadn’t been able to refuse.

As Marco taxied the plane along the tarmac, she stared out the window onto a glorious Mediterranean summer day. The air itself seemed saturated with golden sunlight. As they’d landed, she’d seen the picturesque orange, pink, green, and white roofs of luxury residences and hotels that cascaded down the mountainside to the brilliant azure sea. The sea itself was dotted with thousands of tiny white boats and yachts. It was a scene right out of a glamorous Montand car commercial. Her excitement was huge, but she suddenly regretted not flying there with Va

“Va

“He couldn’t. Time trials for the race were held this morning, so he’s been busy with that,” Va

It also bothered her a little.

Did Marco regularly go on runs to fulfill Va

Marco stowed the bags in the trunk of a sedate, black luxury sedan and then opened the passenger door for her. “Va

“I’m afraid I don’t know all that much about it,” Emma admitted. “But I’ve been listening to Va

Marco nodded as he fleetly maneuvered out of the parking facility. “There was some initial resistance on the locals’ part, but that’s all in the past. Va

“Are there clear favorites to win?” Emma asked, interested.

“On the American front, Tito Burton, Joe Hill, and Santo Howles are top ru

“Wow, I didn’t realize Niki was so good.”

“The best. You’ve met him?” Marco asked.

“Yes.”

“Niki and Va

They began to climb the rugged mountainside in the sedan. Marco took a tight turn that looked down on the stu

“It seems like all of you have to be part racecar driver just to go to the grocery store around here,” she said a moment later, glancing down nervously at the steep drop-off on the side of the road.

“The French Riviera is no place for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. It’s a strange paradox of people living fast and furious and at the same time, being experts on relaxation. They call it a playground, and it is, but it’s a fierce one. Playing on the Côte d’Azur can become an intoxicating . . . and dangerous business,” Marco said amusedly.