“She caught me in a weak moment.” Dom confessed readily and a tad ruefully while they both waited for the call to be answered. “Enjoying a little sunshine, a balmy breeze and an exceptionally good espresso.” he added, sliding a finger between neck and collar to tug loose a perceived snag. “And you know me, I cannot resist girlish tears.”
He fell silent again as the other end of the line picked up and sat quietly while Vivian spoke with Madame Amsel. A short duel of words between two prominent and strong-willed women and the conversation concluded. Dom lifted a brow at Vivian’s warning. “Oh dear. Diplomacy being my forte.” he said with quiet irony. “Not. Well, I’ll manage. A quick in and out and I can call this girl and tell her in all honesty that I tried, conscience served.”