There's Something About St. Tropez by Elizabeth Adler

Author:Elizabeth Adler
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781429984942
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

41.

At the Hôtel des Rêves, Pirate slunk down the stairs and into the hall behind Sunny. His woebegone brown eyes indicated that he was not a happy dog. Sunny carried Tesoro, who never seemed to walk anywhere much on those short legs, but now she bent to pet Pirate.

“Poor baby,” she murmured, seeing one ear lift in response. “Poor darling, Daddy’s neglecting you, isn’t he? He left you yesterday, and again this morning? Well, I’ll tell you what, my sweet boy, you and I are going off on a little adventure together.”

Pirate’s other ear perked up, obviously wondering if this meant a walk.

“We’ll leave Tesoro with Little Laureen, and it’ll be just you and me. How about that, Pirate, baby?”

The dog wagged his tail hopefully.

“First, though, I have to ask Caroline a question.” Sunny checked the reception desk and saw that Renée was on duty, not Caroline. She wondered about last night and what had happened with Gianni Valenti.

The dog waited patiently while she asked Renée her question, which was were there any bicycles for rent.

“Mais bien sûr, madame. But not for rent, they are free. We have a few outside in the parking lot for those who would like to use them.” Renée gave Sunny her big smile and said, “We are a family hotel, madame, we think of everything.”

Next, Sunny headed for the beach where she found the Misfits lazily contemplating lunch at one of the umbrellaed tables at the Beach Bar. They asked her to join them.

“Not for me, thanks,” she replied. “Pirate and I have some exploring of our own to do. I was wondering, Little Laureen, if you would look after Tesoro for me.”

“Of course.” Laureen’s face actually lit up. She had not seen or heard from Bertrand since Lev had sent them both packing. She had left a note under his door, but Bertrand had not responded and now she was worried. She wondered if he was at his lair, and how she could escape her father and go find him. It would not be easy, even with the pretext of taking Tesoro for a walk.

Sunny waved goodbye and with Pirate on the leash, wobbled on her borrowed bicycle out of the parking lot then onto the road that ran in front of the hotel. She made a right with Pirate limping along next to her, tongue lolling, ears flopping, smiling his goofy “smile.”

The villa was closer than Sunny remembered from that stormy nightmare drive, though she did cast a wary glance into the bushes at the side of the road where she’d thought she’d seen a man. Of course he’d only been the product of her overworked imagination, as was her impression that Chez La Violette was a house that had kept its secrets, and that perhaps Violette herself had never quite let go of it. And yet when she’d returned there with Mac she had gotten that same uneasy feeling. Then of course there was the question of the lamp that went

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