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himself and winks at me.
It’s pure drama, designed to shock anyone who might be watching. It shocks me. There might only be one person watching: the one person I don’t want to witness this. I laugh nervously when Laurent lets me up but I’m blushing with embarrassment.
Laurent is like a brother to me. A very roguish one. I know he’s only joking. We’ve grown up almost like siblings and he’s never made a move on me before. I’ve always been off-limits on the farm. I also know Jack wouldn’t understand this for one second. But these French understand the game of l’amour . Farm boys especially.
I swat Laurent, hook my arm through his again and drag him back down the path, conscious of my bare feet in the dust. Laurent spots me looking down at them and sweeps me up into his arms.
A squeal of surprise emerges from my lips before I have the good sense to suppress it. The more I try to avert disaster, the more I seem to court it. I take a fleeting glance back at the house again.
“Put me down, Laurent. Now!”
He spins me round laughing but places me on my feet again. “He is not come. I think he does not love you,” he teases.
I blush furiously. “Please, Laurent. You have to go.” Before the monster awakens.
It’s very silly that I can’t let Jack talk to Laurent yet and perhaps all the worry is in my fevered brain, but I don’t want to risk my new-found happiness with Jack. I’m simply not able to return to the pain and misery of the last few days, after enjoying this brief respite.
“I go,” he says, capitulating with a carefree smile. “I go. I just come to say we all go en boite – to the night-club – at La Baule, tonight. You want come with us?”
My face lights up. It’s been a while since I’ve been out nightclubbing. I recall many great nights out in La Baule with the farm boys in the past. They’re such great fun. I wonder, briefly, if Jack would come too. Could I handle him and the boys together? It might be the perfect opportunity to let him see they’re harmless rogues.
“I’ll ask Jack.”
Laurent pretends to be put out by that. He scowls and adopts a petulant voice. “I suppose he could come too.” He gives the Gallic shrug.
I swat him again for such nonsense so he grabs me and twirls me around. Wary, I squash any attempt to squeal this time. Laurent is always crazy. But now he’s dangerous too. He’s twenty six years old, bronzed, beautiful and has the lean muscular grace of a labourer. I know if Jack sees us together like this, he’ll react badly. Look what he did to Ben Gunn. At least there are no paparazzi here. And no Amanda to stir things up. I console myself with those happy thoughts.
“I’ll ask,” I promise. “Now please go before there’s trouble.”
“I not make trouble for you. I go.” Laurent starts to walk away back down the path but I don’t entirely trust that look on his face. I know him far too well. He turns to wave and in the loudest voice imaginable, one that carries for miles, he shouts back at me. “I love you. I love you. Je t’aime. Je t’aime .” He blows me a lothario’s kiss and wanders off laughing his head off.
He knows he’s teasing. I know he’s teasing. Jack, on the other hand, will go ballistic if he hears. I turn in horror and stare at the house, expecting to see Jack come storming out any minute to thump Laurent on his smug French nose.
He’d almost deserve it for deliberately trying to create a scene.
When nothing happens, I sigh with relief. I wave briefly at Laurent’s retreating back now the danger is past. He whistles casually, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as I scoot back to the kitchen door.
I wait a minute before I’m convinced I’ve got away with it then start searching for things to cook for an early dinner. If I make us both a nice meal, perhaps I can successfully broach the subject of a night out with Laurent and the boys.
“Having fun without me?” I jump when I hear Jack’s
It’s pure drama, designed to shock anyone who might be watching. It shocks me. There might only be one person watching: the one person I don’t want to witness this. I laugh nervously when Laurent lets me up but I’m blushing with embarrassment.
Laurent is like a brother to me. A very roguish one. I know he’s only joking. We’ve grown up almost like siblings and he’s never made a move on me before. I’ve always been off-limits on the farm. I also know Jack wouldn’t understand this for one second. But these French understand the game of l’amour . Farm boys especially.
I swat Laurent, hook my arm through his again and drag him back down the path, conscious of my bare feet in the dust. Laurent spots me looking down at them and sweeps me up into his arms.
A squeal of surprise emerges from my lips before I have the good sense to suppress it. The more I try to avert disaster, the more I seem to court it. I take a fleeting glance back at the house again.
“Put me down, Laurent. Now!”
He spins me round laughing but places me on my feet again. “He is not come. I think he does not love you,” he teases.
I blush furiously. “Please, Laurent. You have to go.” Before the monster awakens.
It’s very silly that I can’t let Jack talk to Laurent yet and perhaps all the worry is in my fevered brain, but I don’t want to risk my new-found happiness with Jack. I’m simply not able to return to the pain and misery of the last few days, after enjoying this brief respite.
“I go,” he says, capitulating with a carefree smile. “I go. I just come to say we all go en boite – to the night-club – at La Baule, tonight. You want come with us?”
My face lights up. It’s been a while since I’ve been out nightclubbing. I recall many great nights out in La Baule with the farm boys in the past. They’re such great fun. I wonder, briefly, if Jack would come too. Could I handle him and the boys together? It might be the perfect opportunity to let him see they’re harmless rogues.
“I’ll ask Jack.”
Laurent pretends to be put out by that. He scowls and adopts a petulant voice. “I suppose he could come too.” He gives the Gallic shrug.
I swat him again for such nonsense so he grabs me and twirls me around. Wary, I squash any attempt to squeal this time. Laurent is always crazy. But now he’s dangerous too. He’s twenty six years old, bronzed, beautiful and has the lean muscular grace of a labourer. I know if Jack sees us together like this, he’ll react badly. Look what he did to Ben Gunn. At least there are no paparazzi here. And no Amanda to stir things up. I console myself with those happy thoughts.
“I’ll ask,” I promise. “Now please go before there’s trouble.”
“I not make trouble for you. I go.” Laurent starts to walk away back down the path but I don’t entirely trust that look on his face. I know him far too well. He turns to wave and in the loudest voice imaginable, one that carries for miles, he shouts back at me. “I love you. I love you. Je t’aime. Je t’aime .” He blows me a lothario’s kiss and wanders off laughing his head off.
He knows he’s teasing. I know he’s teasing. Jack, on the other hand, will go ballistic if he hears. I turn in horror and stare at the house, expecting to see Jack come storming out any minute to thump Laurent on his smug French nose.
He’d almost deserve it for deliberately trying to create a scene.
When nothing happens, I sigh with relief. I wave briefly at Laurent’s retreating back now the danger is past. He whistles casually, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans as I scoot back to the kitchen door.
I wait a minute before I’m convinced I’ve got away with it then start searching for things to cook for an early dinner. If I make us both a nice meal, perhaps I can successfully broach the subject of a night out with Laurent and the boys.
“Having fun without me?” I jump when I hear Jack’s
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