CHAPTER 6

The bright lights of Monaco blazed against a backdrop of black velvet. As the helicopter swooped low over the coastline, Armel glanced over his shoulder. Raphaël was fast asleep, sitting next to the nanny he had hired.

“We’re almost there,” he murmured reassuringly to the uniformed woman. “May I say how grateful I am that you were able to join us at such short notice, Mrs. Dean.”

Liza Dean smiled.

“I’m glad to help, monsieur de Roquefort. With any luck, I’ll be able to put Raphaël straight to bed without waking him. He’s worn out, poor poppet.”

With a brief nod, Armel turned back and glanced at Harley who was sitting stiffly beside him, the mutinous tilt of her chin causing him to curse irritably beneath his breath.

If anyone had told him when he’d set out for ‘Dynamico’s London offices that he would return to Monaco with his ex-mistress and her child in tow, he would have laughed out loud, he thought with a humorless smile.

His eyes trailed over her and Armel felt his body’s