George smirked. “Most know bonjour as their primarily used French word. Of course my woman knows merde.”
“You taught me it.” I chewed slowly. “It’s an easy word to remember.”
I placed my fork down beside my plate and ignored his lowered chuckle. My eyes scoured the view outside our window until they fell on the familiar shape of the Louvre. My heart skipped a beat. My favorite place in the world.
“I know what you’re looking at.”
“Please,” I asked without taking my eyes from it. “I promise it’ll be the only time I’ll make you come with me.”
He grinned and waved at a waiter for the bill. “I was waiting for you to ask.”
Excitement built, and I smiled at him
