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Chapter Seventy Three

It was a silence that said all the right things at all the right moments.

And I apparently needed to pause on the wine for a while… Or maybe not. Maybe the magic of Paris was casting itself over me. Or I watched way too much Peter Pan as a kid and still had a misplaced belief in fairies.

I sighed.

“What’s up?” He asked, his breath fanning across my cheek. Warm, ahhh.

“Just thinking. Too much.” I frowned. “Way too much.”

He laughed. “Let’s get you food. And I demand you stop thinking.”

I raised my eyebrows. “D’you see a bed, mister? Nope. Me neither. Shove your demands.”

“Shove them where?” he hummed against my neck.

“Up your ass. Up my ass. I don’t particularly care right now.”

His lips curved. “Yes. You need food, babe.”

He handed two tickets to the girl behind the glass and whisked me of

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