Maisie
We turned and Juliette was waving as she made her way over through the frenzied crowd, her hands clutching the straps of her bag tightly.
I barely got a word in before she threw her arms around my neck and pressed me into a tight embrace. "Mon ami," she whispered against my neck. "I'm sorry I couldn't drop by at the mansion to see you. Quinn said you were resting. Do you feel better now?"
I nodded with a smile. It felt good to have Juliette back on my side. "Much."
"I might have dropped by this morning, but I was looking for Philip." Her expression turned guilty. "I was frightened I lost him and even more frightened on how to tell you. I couldn't find him for five hours, Maisie–"
"Who's Philip?"
Our gaze snapped to Jericho at the sudden hostility in his voice.
A grin of mischief spread along Juliette's lips. "Maisie's new boyfriend."
Jericho went rigid.
