Chapter 23 Mon FrÈRe
- "So...," the other man sitting in a private jet struck a conversation. "How is it going, chasing the princess?" He watched a smile form on the other's lips as he picked up his champagne flute and brought it to his lips.
- Putting down the glass. "He is giving me the run for my money." He said, still with that smile.
- "Ah, I didn't think he fancied being chased." The first said.