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any longer. Nothing mattered but her. But what could they have now? Even if she wasn’t married now, she’d still left him for someone else. He hadn’t been enough for her.
He led her to the mouth of the alley, but paused when she stopped.
He looked down at her in the light spilling toward them from the square. She ran her hands through her hair. God help him, he wanted to taste her again.
“Wait. Please, may we spend time together tomorrow? I think we should talk.” He waited for her answer, hoped she did not feel him trembling like a schoolboy.
“Yes, I think it would be good. We need to clear the air.”
“ Merci . I will pick you up in the morning. We can drive through the countryside. I would like to show you where I grew up.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I’d like that very much.”
He led her back to the square. They stopped to pick up their own lanterns, and he showed her how to light them. Soon, everyone held lanterns, ready to light the sky.
Roman stepped to the microphone and toasted the beaming couple.
The music began again, a romantic ballad. Francois led Constance out to the middle of the crowd, and swept her into a waltz.
One by one, the lanterns were released to float up into the sky. Soon the night was lit up, and he heard her sigh.
He looked down at her smiling face.
“Isn’t it romantic?” she whispered.
He nodded, thinking she had never looked more beautiful. He clasped her fingers, tucked her close against his side. She squeezed his hand in return, and his heart soared. Right now she was the only thing anchoring him to the ground, otherwise he would follow the lanterns into the sky.
Chapter 8
Genevieve’s nerves warred with the anticipation of seeing Roman again. Now that she’d seen him, her goal was to get through this week unscathed. She needed to remain focused, get home, and hopefully get her business up and running.
Why did I kiss him? She’d tossed and turned for hours after getting home, reliving the kiss, and the way he made her feel. She could only blame the wine she had imbibed to steady her nerves. It had loosened her inhibitions when it came to him. That had to be it. Too much wine.
But you didn’t drink that much, so try again, sister. The thought drifted through her mind, and she squashed it.
She lightly touched her lips, remembering the feel of his. It had felt so good, so right. Thank heavens it had been time to light the lanterns, and things had gone no further between them.
She needed to keep her resolve firm and not let him kiss her any more.
He’s a danger to my heart.
She was not going to be another one in his string of flings. Not now. Not again. But they needed to clear the air, so they wouldn’t spend their time bickering and thereby ruining the wedding.
I just want to know how he could have replaced me so fast when I left. Especially with her . He must not have felt the same way I did.
She waited on the front steps of the chateau. It was lovely here, and a small part of her envied Connie Sue for getting to live in this magnificent place. The gardens bordering the estate and winery were extensive, flowers giving way to grapevines growing in neat, soldierly rows. She’d even seen a vegetable garden near the larger kitchen, and Francois told her they tried to be as sustainable as they could.
A breeze ruffled her hair, and she looked up at the sky. Clouds obscured the mid-morning sun, and it looked like it might rain again.
A silver car rolled up the driveway. She recognized the telltale hood ornament: Mercedes. Of course.
She walked down the steps and reached for the passenger door the same time as he did. Their hands bumped, and she jerked away.
“ Bonjour ,” he said, opening the car door. He helped her in, and shut the door. Getting in, he started the engine, and drove smoothly down the driveway.
She settled into the buttery soft leather seat. “This is a long way from that little beater you used to borrow, isn’t it?”
He
He led her to the mouth of the alley, but paused when she stopped.
He looked down at her in the light spilling toward them from the square. She ran her hands through her hair. God help him, he wanted to taste her again.
“Wait. Please, may we spend time together tomorrow? I think we should talk.” He waited for her answer, hoped she did not feel him trembling like a schoolboy.
“Yes, I think it would be good. We need to clear the air.”
“ Merci . I will pick you up in the morning. We can drive through the countryside. I would like to show you where I grew up.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I’d like that very much.”
He led her back to the square. They stopped to pick up their own lanterns, and he showed her how to light them. Soon, everyone held lanterns, ready to light the sky.
Roman stepped to the microphone and toasted the beaming couple.
The music began again, a romantic ballad. Francois led Constance out to the middle of the crowd, and swept her into a waltz.
One by one, the lanterns were released to float up into the sky. Soon the night was lit up, and he heard her sigh.
He looked down at her smiling face.
“Isn’t it romantic?” she whispered.
He nodded, thinking she had never looked more beautiful. He clasped her fingers, tucked her close against his side. She squeezed his hand in return, and his heart soared. Right now she was the only thing anchoring him to the ground, otherwise he would follow the lanterns into the sky.
Chapter 8
Genevieve’s nerves warred with the anticipation of seeing Roman again. Now that she’d seen him, her goal was to get through this week unscathed. She needed to remain focused, get home, and hopefully get her business up and running.
Why did I kiss him? She’d tossed and turned for hours after getting home, reliving the kiss, and the way he made her feel. She could only blame the wine she had imbibed to steady her nerves. It had loosened her inhibitions when it came to him. That had to be it. Too much wine.
But you didn’t drink that much, so try again, sister. The thought drifted through her mind, and she squashed it.
She lightly touched her lips, remembering the feel of his. It had felt so good, so right. Thank heavens it had been time to light the lanterns, and things had gone no further between them.
She needed to keep her resolve firm and not let him kiss her any more.
He’s a danger to my heart.
She was not going to be another one in his string of flings. Not now. Not again. But they needed to clear the air, so they wouldn’t spend their time bickering and thereby ruining the wedding.
I just want to know how he could have replaced me so fast when I left. Especially with her . He must not have felt the same way I did.
She waited on the front steps of the chateau. It was lovely here, and a small part of her envied Connie Sue for getting to live in this magnificent place. The gardens bordering the estate and winery were extensive, flowers giving way to grapevines growing in neat, soldierly rows. She’d even seen a vegetable garden near the larger kitchen, and Francois told her they tried to be as sustainable as they could.
A breeze ruffled her hair, and she looked up at the sky. Clouds obscured the mid-morning sun, and it looked like it might rain again.
A silver car rolled up the driveway. She recognized the telltale hood ornament: Mercedes. Of course.
She walked down the steps and reached for the passenger door the same time as he did. Their hands bumped, and she jerked away.
“ Bonjour ,” he said, opening the car door. He helped her in, and shut the door. Getting in, he started the engine, and drove smoothly down the driveway.
She settled into the buttery soft leather seat. “This is a long way from that little beater you used to borrow, isn’t it?”
He
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