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Fiona downed the last of her drink. “Yes! Twelve days! How will I survive?”
“This might be a good time to get a prescription for a strong sedative,” Lexi said. “If you don’t want someone to end up dead.”
Fiona squared her gaze on me. “Now that it’s clear that
all
of our love lives are a complete mess, let’s get back to this Boucher brother business. While I think Nicolas is quite handsome, you know I prefer his younger brother, Marcel.”
“Really?” Lexi said. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Marcel type. He’s so flashy, so teenage heartthrob, and
always
in the tabloids. Doesn’t seem like your type of guy.”
Fiona shot Lexi a sly grin, then shrugged. “We can talk about our Boucher brother preferences later. I want to know what Nicolas said to you once you got in the car, Charlotte.”
“Oh, right. Well, Luc hasn’t spoken with Nicolas or his family in years, since Vincent cheated on and divorced Luc’s mother, I suppose. So Nicolas wants me to ask Luc to get in touch with him because he has something really important to tell him.”
“Did Nicolas tell you what it is?” Fiona asked.
I hesitated. Did I really want to tell the girls about Luc’s dad going to prison when I hadn’t even asked Luc about it yet? When I didn’t even know what he’d gone to prison for, or if it was even true for that matter?
The wine I had guzzled back at the hotel suddenly became best friends with the cocktail I’d just downed, making me rememberthat this was supposed to be the most romantic night of my honeymoon with Luc. But Luc had left me alone in our hotel suite, and I wasn’t even sure if he’d been telling the truth about Adeline being sick. Not to mention the fact that he’d
omitted
the truth about where all of this insane money was coming from, Brigitte’s famous actress status, his childhood connection to the high-profile Boucher family, his father going to prison, and most recently, his secret bathroom phone call.
Screw it. I couldn’t possibly be expected to keep this disaster a secret. I would go nuts holding it all in.
“Okay, but you both have to promise never to tell a soul.”
Lexi and Fiona both gave me serious nods and leaned over the table.
“All right, get ready for this. Nicolas said that ‘Luc’s dad never deserved to go to prison.’ That Luc’s dad was innocent, and that if Luc gives him a chance, Nicolas can prove it.”
A stunned silence settled over the group. Lexi shot up from her seat and grabbed the waitress’ arm as she passed by. “We ordered cocktails two minutes ago. We need them,
now,
” she ordered in French.
As the scared waitress scurried toward the bar, Lexi sat back down and joined Fiona in her gaping stare.
“Luc’s dad went to prison? Did Nicolas tell you why?” Fiona asked.
“No, I was too shocked to say anything after he dropped that massive bomb. Plus I had to get back in the hotel, and I wanted to hear the truth from Luc.”
“So what happened next?” Lexi was on the edge of her seat now, gripping the table.
I reached into my purse, pulled out the little black card Nicolas had given me and slid it into the center of the table. “Nicolas said to call him if I wanted to know more.”
“We
definitely
need to know more.” Lexi picked up the card and held it high against the purple lighting in the club. “Fiona, you wouldn’t happen to be up for a threesome, would you?”
I snatched the card from her hands. “No one will be having a threesome with Nicolas Boucher because I’m not going to call him. Not to mention the fact that you both have serious boyfriends!”
“Oh, just because you’re married now means you can’t have any fun?” Lexi said, holding the card tightly to her chest. “In all seriousness, Char, you have to call him to find out why Luc’s dad went to prison.”
“Wait, after you went back into the hotel, didn’t you confront Luc about all of this?” Fiona asked.
I filled the girls in on
Fiona downed the last of her drink. “Yes! Twelve days! How will I survive?”
“This might be a good time to get a prescription for a strong sedative,” Lexi said. “If you don’t want someone to end up dead.”
Fiona squared her gaze on me. “Now that it’s clear that
all
of our love lives are a complete mess, let’s get back to this Boucher brother business. While I think Nicolas is quite handsome, you know I prefer his younger brother, Marcel.”
“Really?” Lexi said. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Marcel type. He’s so flashy, so teenage heartthrob, and
always
in the tabloids. Doesn’t seem like your type of guy.”
Fiona shot Lexi a sly grin, then shrugged. “We can talk about our Boucher brother preferences later. I want to know what Nicolas said to you once you got in the car, Charlotte.”
“Oh, right. Well, Luc hasn’t spoken with Nicolas or his family in years, since Vincent cheated on and divorced Luc’s mother, I suppose. So Nicolas wants me to ask Luc to get in touch with him because he has something really important to tell him.”
“Did Nicolas tell you what it is?” Fiona asked.
I hesitated. Did I really want to tell the girls about Luc’s dad going to prison when I hadn’t even asked Luc about it yet? When I didn’t even know what he’d gone to prison for, or if it was even true for that matter?
The wine I had guzzled back at the hotel suddenly became best friends with the cocktail I’d just downed, making me rememberthat this was supposed to be the most romantic night of my honeymoon with Luc. But Luc had left me alone in our hotel suite, and I wasn’t even sure if he’d been telling the truth about Adeline being sick. Not to mention the fact that he’d
omitted
the truth about where all of this insane money was coming from, Brigitte’s famous actress status, his childhood connection to the high-profile Boucher family, his father going to prison, and most recently, his secret bathroom phone call.
Screw it. I couldn’t possibly be expected to keep this disaster a secret. I would go nuts holding it all in.
“Okay, but you both have to promise never to tell a soul.”
Lexi and Fiona both gave me serious nods and leaned over the table.
“All right, get ready for this. Nicolas said that ‘Luc’s dad never deserved to go to prison.’ That Luc’s dad was innocent, and that if Luc gives him a chance, Nicolas can prove it.”
A stunned silence settled over the group. Lexi shot up from her seat and grabbed the waitress’ arm as she passed by. “We ordered cocktails two minutes ago. We need them,
now,
” she ordered in French.
As the scared waitress scurried toward the bar, Lexi sat back down and joined Fiona in her gaping stare.
“Luc’s dad went to prison? Did Nicolas tell you why?” Fiona asked.
“No, I was too shocked to say anything after he dropped that massive bomb. Plus I had to get back in the hotel, and I wanted to hear the truth from Luc.”
“So what happened next?” Lexi was on the edge of her seat now, gripping the table.
I reached into my purse, pulled out the little black card Nicolas had given me and slid it into the center of the table. “Nicolas said to call him if I wanted to know more.”
“We
definitely
need to know more.” Lexi picked up the card and held it high against the purple lighting in the club. “Fiona, you wouldn’t happen to be up for a threesome, would you?”
I snatched the card from her hands. “No one will be having a threesome with Nicolas Boucher because I’m not going to call him. Not to mention the fact that you both have serious boyfriends!”
“Oh, just because you’re married now means you can’t have any fun?” Lexi said, holding the card tightly to her chest. “In all seriousness, Char, you have to call him to find out why Luc’s dad went to prison.”
“Wait, after you went back into the hotel, didn’t you confront Luc about all of this?” Fiona asked.
I filled the girls in on
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