clutched the paper to her chest. She was grinning from ear to
ear.
“I can't
believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your secrets!”
Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy pillows. Sara
smiled at her friend.
“Maybe after
breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”
It had been a crazy
twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it carefully in
her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt sure she
would see him again. The only question was when...and whether she
could stand the wait.
Jack and Sara will return
soon in Front Man: One Night In Paris