Chapter 154

"Linc? Dmitri?" A gruff voice approaches me from the left.

I turn towards the voice and it is Waltz Harrison walking up to our table, surprised recognition on his face. He has his wife on his arm, a tall slim gracefully aging dark haired woman. Waltz is someone I would term as a corporate friend. We rarely see outside of work settings. This conference or the other. A dinner. A get-together. We used to golf together before he moved states.

"Waltz." I say to the smiling man. Amelia tries to let go of my hand, whether from habit or whatever, I hold onto her. I told her I wasn't interested in hiding us from the world anymore. When she told her classmate yesterday that we were related, I didn't comment because we definitely were. The other kid could have defined it however he wanted, that wasn't my business.

"You old bastard! Fancy seeing you in Paris. What are you doing here? Are you sealing some deal with the french government? How come you of all people happens to be here?"