Any worry he'd had melted away as she came floating down the steps, looking just as breathtaking as ever. The time for second-guessing was gone, and he should have known it; he was going to enjoy her company quite as much as he'd enjoyed her letters, and it wouldn't matter a bit what they ate or even what they talked about.
"Borgrov can be a real hard-arse. You let me know if he gives you more work than you can handle." He beamed at her and offered his arm. "Now then, Mademoiselle Delacour. Are you ready to take a trip to foreign and mysterious places?"