Paris Love Match

Chapter 16





Piers ran after Sidney. “We can’t just go shopping. We need to check out that bag.”

“We? So you’re including me in your plans now, are you?”

“When haven’t I included you?”

“How would I know if I wasn’t included?”

He screwed his face up. “I don’t understand. Look, we need to find somewhere quiet to open the bag.”

She glowered at him. “Quiet? What’s the point?” She pulled out the bag, dug her fingernails in and ripped it apart.

Piers glimpsed a flash of something shiny, and caught it. “It’s a key.” He turned it over. “There’s a number.”

He tried to look in the remains of the bag. She moved it away from him, pulled out several sheets of paper, and flipped through them. “Swiss Free Bank. Safety deposit box.” She turned the page over and gestured for the key. He handed it over and she compared the key and the papers. “Different numbers. We’re screwed.”

He held his hands out. “Can I?”

She glowered at him before handing the papers over. He looked through them. “What’s the number on the key?”

“It’s no good. There’s more digits in the account number.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Please?”

She grunted and read out the key’s six digits.

He smiled.

She snatched the papers from him. “What?” Her eyes bored into him. “What?”

He forced himself to stop smiling. “The key’s six digits are in the middle of his account number.”

She furrowed her brow and flipped from examining the paper to the key and back again. “What do you know?” She smiled. “You’re not just a pretty face.”

He couldn’t help himself grinning. She drove him mad, she defied all reason, and she changed her moods faster than Parisians drove, but she was the most wonderful person he had ever met, and he trusted her completely.