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ELEVEN

M ay we talk now?” Jean Marc’s tone was impeccably polite as he placed his napkin beside his plate and leaned back in his chair.

Juliette reluctantly set down her spoon. “You didn’t eat very much. Are you sure you won’t have some more of Marie’s lemon syllabub? It is—”

“I don’t want lemon syllabub. I want to know why you’re not on your way to Vasaro. Three days ago you were in a frenzy of worry about Catherine and today you abandon her.”

“I didn’t abandon her,” Juliette said, stung. “I told you why I didn’t go with her. She’ll be better off without me for a while. In a few months I’ll join her at Vasaro and stay with her until the child is born.”

“And what if she realizes she’s with child before you decide to grace Vasaro with your presence?”

Panic speared through Juliette and she couldn’t speak for a moment. “I could be wrong. She might not be with child. We weren’t absolutely sure.”

Jean Marc gazed at her in disbelief.

“And if she is, then she’ll just have to face it alone.

She has Vasaro and Philippe. Philippe said he would send for his mother as soon as they arrived.

I couldn’t be expected to stay with her.

She has to face what happened to her sometime, doesn’t she?

She’s stronger than we think. You should have seen her this morning when Francois brought her—”

“Juliette.” Jean Marc’s voice cut through her feverish dialogue.

Jean Marc’s face blurred and Juliette fought back the tears stinging her eyes. She whispered, “I’m so frightened, Jean Marc. What if I’m wrong? When I told her I wasn’t going with her to Vasaro she looked so bewildered. I tried to explain it to her, but I know she didn’t understand.”

“I’m having a good deal of trouble understanding myself.”

“You see, I thought she needed me.”

“She does need you.”

“Does she?” Juliette swallowed and shook her head. “She did at the beginning, but now I can’t stop sheltering her. I’m too selfish.”

“Selfish?”

“I liked having her need me. It made me feel so good to be important to her.” She drew a deep shaky breath.

“I thought about it a long time today and I realized Francois was probably right about me being bad for her. At first I decided I’d go to Vasaro anyway, but I knew that wouldn’t do.

I don’t give up easily what I want. I had to cut the ties and let her go alone.

” She tried to smile. “And if I am wrong, Philippe will send you a message and I’ll find a way to get to her at once. ”

“May I point out you’d been a virtual prisoner in this house for almost six weeks before we could arrange to get you safely out of Paris?”

“We wouldn’t have to be nearly so careful with me as we were with Catherine.”

“No?” For an instant the sarcasm was arrested on Jean Marc’s expression, and he quickly glanced away. “I suppose I’d forgotten that no care need be taken for your welfare.”

She nodded briskly. “So you see my being here isn’t nearly as foolhardy as you might think. I can stay here for a few months and when Dupree leaves Paris we’ll have Francois get me papers that—”

“No.”

“But why? I’ve explained why it’s best for Catherine that I stay here.”

“But you haven’t explained why it would be best for me.

Why should I harbor an enemy of the republic?

Every minute you stay in my house, everything I own is in danger.

” He smiled cynically. “Including my head. Personally, I don’t believe the claims the guillotine is the most humane way to die. I think it lacks a certain dignity.”

Juliette hadn’t considered the possibility that her presence might put Jean Marc in actual physical danger. She found the idea hard to accept. “You have too many friends in the government to be in jeopardy.”

“When a house topples, everyone scurries to get out of the way, not prop it up.”

“We could find a way to—”

“You’ve been fortunate not to have been discovered already.” Jean Marc’s lips tightened. “Particularly when you decide to stroll about the streets of Paris in broad daylight.”

“I told you why I took that risk.”

“I don’t regard your reasoning as either clear or prudent.” He shook his head. “Prudent? Merde , what am I thinking of? You don’t know the meaning of the word.”

Juliette frowned. “I suppose I could try to find some other place to live. Perhaps Robert would help—”

“No!” Jean Marc’s hand clenched on the stem of his goblet. “You’re leaving for Vasaro as soon as possible.”

“Maybe you’re right. I guess Robert could be connected back to you. Besides, I wouldn’t want to endanger him.” She met his gaze across the table. “Very well, I’ll admit I could be a danger to you. What would make the danger worth tolerating?”

He looked down at the wine in his glass. “Nothing.”

“There must be something you want. You’re very greedy.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, I approve of greed. All the best artists were greedy. They took whatever they needed from life and from the people around them and put it into their work. It’s really quite fair when you consider what they gave back. That’s the most sublime form of avarice.”

He looked startled. “And is my greed sublime?”

“Well, perhaps not sublime, but I’ve never heard talk of you cheating anyone, so surely it’s a good, honest greed.”

He smiled faintly. “Well, since I’m afraid you don’t have anything to feed my greed, you’ll just have to go—”

“The Wind Dancer!” Juliette’s eyes were suddenly alight with excitement as she leaned forward in her chair. “Of course. You want the Wind Dancer!”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. “And you don’t have it.”

“But perhaps I could think of a way to get it for you.”

His gaze narrowed on her face. “I thought you said Marie Antoinette had the right to keep her treasure?”

“It’s not doing her any good in the Temple, is it?” She was thinking quickly. “How much would you be willing to give to get the Wind Dancer back? I can’t remember how much you offered the queen.”

“Two million livres. Plus the loan I made to the king.”

“And you didn’t get any of the loan back?”

He shrugged. “I knew it was a risk.”

“Two million livres.” Juliette gnawed at her lower lip. “It’s a great deal of money. Would you pay me two million livres for the Wind Dancer?”

Jean Marc was silent a moment. “Yes.”

Her gaze flew to his face. “You do want it. It wasn’t only your father who wished it returned to the family. You want it too.”

Jean Marc sipped his wine.

“You must want it very badly.” Juliette’s gaze was still fastened on his face. “Why?”

“I don’t like being thwarted.”

“No, I think it’s more than that.”

“If it is, then I refuse to let you probe it out of me. A man must have a few secrets.”

Jean Marc had more than his share and Juliette had never wanted more to uncover them than at that moment. In the candlelight his black eyes shimmered with cynical amusement and those beautifully shaped lips smiled mockingly. Yet, beneath it all, she sensed something…

He shifted his shoulders impatiently. “This conversation is useless. You’re trying to sell me something you don’t possess.”

“I’ll want two million livres for it,” Juliette said slowly. “And I want to stay in this house under your protection for as long as I wish. That’s my price for the Wind Dancer. Would you pay it?”

Jean Marc frowned impatiently. “You’re being ridiculous. You don’t have any idea who has the statue.”

“Would you pay it?”

“The revolutionary government has been searching for the Wind Dancer ever since it disappeared.”

“Would you pay it?”

“Yes,” he snapped.

“Then it’s a bargain.” Juliette smiled with relief. “Now, all I have to worry about is how I’m going to find it for you.”

Suddenly Jean Marc began to chuckle. “Merde , for a moment I was taking this nonsense seriously.”

“I am serious. I see nothing to laugh about.”

“It’s impossible.”

“I don’t see why.” Juliette frowned. “Though I admit I’ll have to think about it.”

“I’m sure you will. And, in the meantime, you won’t mind my making plans for sending you immediately to Vasaro?”

“But I’ll need time to—”

“You have no time.” Jean Marc’s smile faded. “I’ll not risk having you in my house a moment longer than necessary. You’ll be on your way to Vasaro before the week is gone.”

“Only a week?”

“Surely that’s enough time. After all, you said it wasn’t an impossible task.” He smiled recklessly and suddenly leaned forward and offered her his wine. “Shall we toast your success?”

She jerked back away from the goblet. “I don’t like wine.”

He was watching her. “Not even to toast such a splendid enterprise? Just a sip?”

“No!” Juliette tried to steady her voice. “You’re making mock of me.”

“No.” He lifted the wine to his own lips. “But I admit to curiosity. I delight in complexity and I find you the most intriguing of puzzles, Juliette.”

“I’m not particularly complex. I’m not even clever with books, like Catherine.” Juliette pushed back her chair and stood up. “You’re the puzzle.”

A smile so wickedly sensual it took her breath lit his lean face. “Then perhaps we should attempt to merge our complexities to form a felicitous whole.”

She stared at him in fascination, a sudden tightness constricting her chest. She was acutely aware of the lithe power of his physique beneath his air of elegant indolence, the grace of his long, tanned fingers toying with the fragile stem of the crystal goblet. “How?”

“In the usual manner. I’m not one who demands a bizarre repertoire of—” He stopped as he noticed her expression. “What did you expect?” he asked softly. “If you didn’t want to solve the puzzle, you should have gone on to Vasaro. You knew what awaited you here with me.” He paused. “Didn’t you?”

She had known, she realized. She had not wanted to acknowledge it, but he was right, she had known. “You want to…fornicate with me.”

“Blunt, but precise.” He leaned back in his chair. “To be even more precise, I wish to fornicate with you for a long, long time and in ways which you may not even be aware exist.”