Chapter 12: A Night at the Opera
“I’m really glad to get you away from there when I did,” the man said as he guided Megan back to the central courtyard, an arm around her waist. “A riot is no place for a lady of your dignity and refinement.”
“Maybe.” Megan was looking back over her shoulder. “But I still feel a little guilty about leaving her.”
“She looked to me as though she could handle the situation without any help from us.”
“Oh, that she could,” Megan said with a smile. “She’s a rather incredible lady.”
“She’s with you then, I trust?”
“My bodyguard. Actually, if you want to be technical, I’m with her. She’s the one the Furgatos invited, and I came along for the ride.”
“The Furgatos have always had eclectic tastes,” the man said diplomatically. “But since when does such a jeune
