to think about putting on clothes. She grabbed a robe before stepping outside. âI told you I was the repressed type, didnât I?â
âYeah,â Will said. âI think you mentioned it. Just before we fell in bed the first time.â
âYou want to hear about my fiancé?â
âNo.â
âI think I should tell you,â she said honestly, as she lifted the carafe to pour coffee for both of them.
âNope. No interest. Youâre with me. When youâre in Paris, youâre with me. When you leave Parisâ¦â His gaze shot to her eyes, so hot and blue. âThen thereâs nothing I can do. Youâll be there. Iâll be here.â
âThat was the agreement,â she concurred.
âBut you do need to shake that guy. Heâs not right for you.â
âNow, come on, Will. You really have no basis to know heâs not for me.â
âIâm three hundred percent sure. Youâre going to break it off when you get back to South Bend.â Will made it sound more like an absolute statement than a question. The sky was blue. Her broken engagement was a given.
Kelly didnât respond. Thinking about Jason and going home just tangled her up again. She was tangled up enough.
Besides, just below their balcony, Paris was waking up. An old man was hawking the morning newspapers. Another vendor was pushing fresh flowersâhe stopped below, saw her and raised a bouquet to her, peeling off a whole speech so fast she couldnât follow.
âWhatâs he saying?â she asked Will.
âHe says if youâll come down, heâll give you a bouquet for free, because you are a beautiful woman, a darling, where I am but a canard for hiding you from the world up in this apartment. He wants to kiss your hand. He wants to adore you. He wants you to be with a man who knows how to love a womanâa man such as himself.â
âOh.â Tugging her robe closed, she bent over the balcony and threw the flower man a kiss. âMerci, monsieur! Je vous aime! Toujours!â
The man grinned.
Will shook his head. âYouâll have him on our doorstep every morning.â
âI had to be polite, didnât I?â
âUh-huh. You picked up the French flirting thing really well. But onwardâ¦hereâs the plan for the day. I donât have to go to work, because work, after all, is irrelevant to life. But I do have a couple things I should do there. So you could either come with meâshouldnât take me more than an hourâor you can stay here for that hour. After that, well, you canât be in Paris and not do certain things.â
âLikeâ¦?â
âYouâre a girl, so you have to do a parfumerie or two. Then thereâs the old Halles marketplace near the Centre Pompidou. Thatâs like hell on earth. You know. Shopping. Little shops, zillions of them. If you like cooking stuff, Le Creuset is there. Or Sabatier knives. Or copper cookwareâ¦â
âPlease donât look at me when Iâm drooling. Itâs embarrassing.â She made a vague gesture. âYouâd actually shop with me?â
âWith you, yes. With anyone else, no. Then after thatâ¦well, you have to see the Marmottan Museum. God knows, there are a hundred museums around here. But thatâs the one with the Monets. Then thereâs the Musée Rodin, which I swear is seriously cool. Then thereâs Sacré-Coeur. I donât know if itâs a mortal sin to be a Catholic and miss Sacré-Coeur, but itâs gotta be close. And we have to hit a garden or two. Boulogne or Tuileries or Monceau. Itâs spring. The gardens here are an absolute.â
She looked at him and kept on looking. He was beyond good-looking. His eyes alone were mesmerizing. Not dark blue, not light blue, but kind of a clear, lake-blue. He had such a strong, sharp jawâa measure that he was more stubborn than a bulldog,
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