Chapter 15

• My heart drops at his words, fearing the worst. Does he regret what happened? Is he just wanting a fling? Can I even do that? I already know the answer to the last one. There’s no way in hell I could ever just have a fling with Luc. I love him. I want to be with him for the rest of my life, and I never want anyone else to ever touch me. The idea of even kissing another man makes me feel sick.
• His face softens as he looks at me. “Don’t look at me like that, my sweet girl. It’s nothing bad.”
• Before he can explain what it is he wants to talk about, Annette bursts onto the balcony with the phone held to her ear and an excited grin on her face. She says something in fast French, and I watch the conversation between them, trying like hell to judge what’s going on by their body language. I give up and wait for them to explain.