Each cutting phrase rang clear despite three tables and the blended babble of French, English and Japanese that separated them. If she could hear perfectly well, then the petite brunette sitting next to him must be benefiting from a Dolby surround sound experience. Shadows dusted the skin under the woman’s eyes, and she kept her gaze on her big round coffee cup. Occasionally she sipped it. Otherwise she left her hands in her lap. “Why on earth you thought it necessary to order breakfast for five a.m. defies analysis.” The man in the taupe coat stirred his latte with violent flicks of his fingers. Yeah, he was a real prince. “I booked the guide for this afternoon. I don’t know why I should have to get out of bed before eight a.m. for anyone. My porridge was as cold as a wet herring. A complete waste of food and money.” It was the second time he had been through this diatribe since Jenna had been drawn to the sound of his rich English baritone and begun to listen. Jenna looked up at the big clock behind the five girls tripping over each other behind the counter, as they rushed to fill orders.
