9 Chapter 9

I’d seen what my parents had, and for a few short months when I was fifteen I’d been certain I’d had it myself, that Armand Bauchet, my first lover, had been my “one.” Our relationship had disintegrated after his father discovered we were much more than friends.

I’d been devastated, and although I’d eventually recovered, no one over the years had led me to question my belief that I’d lost my “one.” Especially not Susan.

However, she had been excited by the prospect of dating a CIA officer who actually was involved in espionage, but between my cool nature and the fact I could be sent out of the country at a moment’s notice—not to mention the fact I never spoke of my assignments—that excitement quickly faded. She’d have been willing to marry me in spite of all the ticks in the con box, for the cachet of the Sebring name, which came from my mother’s side of the family.