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hunger had finally caught up with her. Apparently, almost dying gave one an incredible appetite.
    As Paris ran the last of the peaches through the balsamic, she looked up and saw Alex laughing at her. She suddenly became very self-conscious.
    “What? What did I do wrong?”
    Alex lifted up the larger fork sitting next to his plate.
    “You know we have about five courses still coming, right?”
    Paris' jaw dropped.
    “What? I thought this was a tapas situation or something. There is more food? How can there be more?”
    As if on cue, waiters arrived with bowls of beautiful carrot-colored soup, accompanied by crusty toast and little bowls of garlic sauce. Next, escargot was served, and while Paris would normally never consider eating snails, she'd had enough glasses of rich burgundy wine that she was willing to try anything. Dipped in a delicious garlic butter, the escargot tasted like heaven, and Paris could have eaten a truck-load of them. As she sipped down her second glass of wine, she realized Alex was still staring at her, and she started to feel silly again.
    “Do you have some sort of weird fetish involving watching women eat?”
    Alex grinned as he poured them both some more wine. “I suppose I don't often have the luxury of enjoying a meal with a woman who actually eats. I wouldn't call it a fetish as much as a curiosity.”
    “Who wouldn’t eat all of this!? This is the most amazing meal I’ve ever had in my life!”
    Paris raised an intrigued eyebrow at Alex and was just about to push for a longer explanation when the waiters returned with huge plates of coq au vin, accompanied by roasted vegetables. Alex and Paris dug into the food, eating, talking, and drinking, watching as the restaurant cleared out around them, until there was no one left but them and a handful of extremely annoyed waiters who obviously wanted to go home.
    He was an avid listener, and seemed intrigued by her—his attention laser-focused on her. It was a heady feeling.
    “Tell me about yourself… tell me about where you grew up… tell me about your parents… your siblings… where you went to school… why you are in Paris all by yourself…”
    The questions kept coming, she kept talking, and Alex was so charming that Paris almost didn’t notice that he managed to deflect every question she returned his way.
    When the food was finally all gone, Paris realized it was well after midnight, and she didn't remotely want to go back to trying to find her crappy hotel in the middle of nowhere in the sketchy part of town.
    As if he had read her mind, Alex reached out for her hand. “I know it's getting late, and I know you've had a fairly awful day. But would you like to take a walk with me? My hotel is just along the river, and then when we get there, I can have a car take you wherever you'd like to go. I'd just hate for such a lovely evening to end so soon...”
    Paris hesitated briefly… all of her defenses kicking in… but then felt herself getting lost in Alex's big aqua eyes, so serene and honest. His interest in her seemed genuine, and she didn't get the impression his intentions were purely physical, yet she couldn't help but feel he was holding something back. But after everything that had happened during the rest of the day, she wasn't ready to push him for details. For now, Alex was a lovely, kind man who had saved her life. Anything more was for another day.
    “I think a walk sounds really nice.”

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    “ Y our son was supposed to meet me and my wife for dinner at precisely 1900 hours at La Belle Epoche and he never showed up. Do you have any explanation as to why he couldn't be bothered to keep a simple dinner date with his future in-laws?”
    King Alexander felt his temples beginning to throb. He looked over at his wife, Queen Catriona, who was sitting at her vanity with her head firmly in her hands. Even from across the room, she could hear Whitney's father shouting. Leonard and Penelope were unpleasant people at the best