She was sitting at the sidewalk café on the Champs-Elysees. Her regular table was outside, under the canopied, fenced-in area, closest to the wall and the entrance to the kitchens. This way she could observe the traffic; have a quick escape or a quick cover, whatever was needed. She was enjoying a quiet afternoon meal when she sensed she was being watched. She sought out the figure and watched as the shadow moved closer to her table, finally forcing her to make eye contact. He was average height but well-built. The jeans hugged his hips, the shirt accentuated the chest. His hair was pulled back off a face partially obscured by glasses. Removing his shades, the man smiled slowly and responded, "Hello, Kayla."

Removing her own sunglasses, Kayla Logan didn't return the smile. Instead, she answered, "Eliot Spencer. What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he said. When she continued to stare, he challenged, "Invite me to join you."

She shook her head, and finally smiled, "No. I don't do business here." Kayla then stood up slowly and called to her server. He waved back as she put a wad of bills on the table and stepped around the gate, forcing Eliot to walk with her. "Now, what are you really doing here?"

He chuckled, "Seriously, I'm looking for you."

Kayla was immediately on guard, "Why?"

"I need your help with a job."

"My help?" She was incredulous.

Spencer nodded, "Yes, your help."

"Does Mr. Ford know you're here?"

"Nate sent me."

And, for the first time since they'd left the restaurant, she stopped, "Really?"

"Really," Eliot smiled knowingly. "You in or out?"

"What's the job?"

Eliot shook his head, "If you're not in, there's nothing I can tell you."

"Nothing?" Kayla countered.

Spencer shook his head. Kayla crossed her arms over her chest and stared into clear blue eyes. She narrowed her gaze, trying to read his expressionless face. And, she remembered why she didn't play poker with this man. Shrugging her shoulders, Logan finally answered, "What the hell? Let's go pack."

Spencer gave her a quick nod of approval and put his arm around Kayla's waist, leading her back to her apartment.