Chapter Fifty-Nine

~ Nikki ~

“The French are huge jazz fans,” Jameson murmurs in my ear as we’re escorted to a table for deux in a cozy corner.

As we settle in, I note there are mostly couples drinking and dining, with a few bro-groups at the bar, who are likely part of a conference taking place here, or at a nearby hotel. Laughter occasionally erupts from them, though they quickly simmer down, given they’ve also ascertained this is more of an intimate venue than a rowdy one.

I can’t deny it’s incredibly romantic, but that’s really the nature of the beast in Paris, I’ve come to learn. Especially in a place like this, with low lighting and a live jazz band that features haunting muted trumpets and sexy saxophones. There’s some dancing on the designated floor, and I’m a little envious that’s not going to be us tonight. We have to draw the line somewhere, and I’m guessing that’s probably it.

Jameson orders light fare for us and sparkling water. But when the charcuterie board arrives, it’s definitely meant