The Frenchman's Plain-Jane Project
"I hate to discourage you, but you're not going to be able to convince Meg to come work for you. And I'm afraid… I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to tell you why."
That small bit of information was all Etienne Gavard had been able to glean from one of Meg Leighton's former coworkers. It echoed in his head as he drove his sleek black Porsche into a rundown Chicago neighborhood, located the apartment building he was looking for and pulled into a parking spot two doors down. Not an especially promising situation, but Meg Leighton was the expert he needed to help him complete the near impossible task he'd taken on.
"So, this is what it's come to." He muttered the words as he stared at the dingy building where Ms. Leighton apparently lived. He had crossed the Atlantic and had been driven to following questionable women he'd never met to even more questionable neighborhoods. Do you even know why you're here or what you're doing? he wondered.
Of course, he did. His calendar said that it was June first. Six weeks from the anniversary of the worst day of his life, the day that would haunt him forever but which especially ha ... read full excerpt from: The Frenchman's Plain-Jane Project ebook
