Chapter 86 *

“When I was younger, we had a chair in the parlor that all the kids fought to sit in,” Creighton explained sometime later as they strolled back to the hotel. “It was a big wingback, thick cushions and very comfortable. Every time I would sit in it, Andrew would pull me out and tell me it wasn’t mine. It didn’t have my initials on it.”

“And now I have your initials on me.”

“That means you belong to me.” Creighton smiled brightly, wrapping her hand in his.

It was a little past five o’clock, and Sandra found herself wishing they didn’t have to meet up with Aryana and Daniel. She wanted to spend the rest of the day in Creighton’s arms, in the privacy of their hotel suite. She had less than a week left before she had to go home, and she didn’t want to waste time with a spoiled brat or her father.

“Are we really going to eat in the Eiffel Tower?” she asked, remembering he had made reservations for them.

“Yes. The restaurant is on the first floor of the tower,” Creighton told her as they re