JEAN'S POV
I looked at my vibrating phone and frowned when I saw Paris's name appear. We didn't much like each other, but God knew a call like this had me straightening and giving my full attention,
"you're calling me this late in the evening and I know it isn't because you are in love with me, so what is this about?
"I got your damned name," he said gruffly and all my senses piqued,
"Could this be what I think it is?" I said and smiled grimly,
"is there any other name that you might be interested in?" he asked and I shook my head, remembered that he couldn't see me, and spoke up,
"No, there isn't any other name that I would be interested in right now," I said and waited,
"peter. The son of a gun's name is Peter."
"Peter." I repeated and knew the name would be etched into my mind
