Most importantly, he realised he cared for her and how she thought of him. This was certainly far from being all about the sex.He worked hard at being...friendly, warm and professional in the office. He made sure he saved his best smiles for her and took every opportunity to brush his hand against her. She would blush and return his smiles, sometimes giggling with him.He was really pleased to see how well Isabella had become part of the team. She had forged a particularly close bond with Tamara. With my forgedFrench documents in hand, I caught a taxi to the airport and steeledmyself for the short flight to Algiers.The following morning, I awoke from a fitful sleep to see the rooftops ofParis peeking through thick gray clouds once again. This time I was notin a private jet, but rather a window seat in the last row of coach on acrowded airbus. Several of the women seated near me had alreadytransformed themselves in the lavatories, shedding their burkas to revealjeans and high heels,. “When did you get that journal?”“Last night before you came home.”I didn’t see the journal last night when I came home and I know she has never written in a journal before so I obviously knew something was going on but I just didn’t know what. I thought it was just fun writing or something for school.A couple of days passed and I came home and of course she was still writing in that journal of hers. I asked her about it one day and she got all defensive.“What are you writing sis?”“Oh just my. ”I grinned as I heard Karen add her parting shot, “Well, dear brother, once again, you’ve come to my rescue. Know that if you ever need me for anything, anything at all, I’ll never let you down. Ever. You’re a lifesaver. Perhaps literally in this case.”“Love you, too, sis. Just come to my wedding, both this one and the formal one later, and we’ll call it even,” I chuckled, trying not to make too much of her offer, but it stuck in my mind.“What, can’t I be in on your sting with Felicia? Pretty.