Alison was practically drooling all over me. That is until her hand slipped free and she took a step aside. The two young men, both about the same height and clearly related, grinned at us as they stopped.

The first looked a bit younger, dirty blond hair thick and hanging to his shoulders. But even though he was classically handsome with European chiseled features, his gray eyes were empty of warmth.

"Bonjour," he said in a soft French accent. "Good afternoon, ...