"Well, mademoiselle..." Her bench partner lifted the not-pierced eyebrow, gesturing toward her cup of wine with the smoking length of his cigarette. "You've been indulging, I see."

"Yes, I have," she retorted quite tersely. This man had no right to follow her around, nor be her moral conscience. "But I will sober up and be just fine. Who are you, and why have you been following me?" He extended a somewhat delicate hand with long pale fingers.

"I'm Jacob, and I'm supposed to write an article about this event for the local paper." He patted his pocket, briefly removing a Blackberry before hurriedly shoving it back with an embarrassed grin....