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Brianna rolls her eyes at him. “English for you.”

“Brianna and I speak enough French to get by,” I say.

“Then I guess we’ll have to hang with you two today, right, cuz?”

Dave nods. “I guess so.”

I can’t tell if he’s happy about that or not. We certainly had a nice time last night. But he did say he was thinking about leaving.

Something is off with him—something that wasn’t that way when he first got here.

Having a near-death experience will freak anyone out, but it seems to have affected David more than most.

Although it affected me pretty badly as well. I don’t want to step foot on another plane for a long time. Thank goodness we still have several months of tour left before I have to tackle that.

“I can get us on a guided tour this afternoon,” Brock says. “But I think it might be more fun if we just kind of hang out. Walk around, see the sights ourselves. I don’t know about the rest of you, but after yesterday, I don’t want to be rushed or…” He shakes his head. “Let’s just go on our own.”

“I’d like that too,” Brianna agrees. “Guided tours are great and all, and we can take one tomorrow, but today I think we all need to relax. Go at our own pace.”

“Amen,” I say.

The server brings a café au lait for Brianna and Brock, plus more croissants, butter, and jam.

“How’d you manage to get that?” Brock glances at Dave’s now empty plate of breakfast.

“All you have to do is ask,” he says. “But I don’t recommend you asking.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Brianna says.

She signals to our server and then orders breakfast for Brock and herself in perfect French.

“I’m sorry, Maddie,” she says. “Did you want some?”

“No.” I rub my stomach. “The croissants were good. I’ll just have an early lunch.”

“Isn’t that what this is?” Brianna asks.

“Nope. It’s late breakfast.”

Brianna laughs. “Good enough.”

Brock takes a sip of his coffee. “So I suppose we should start at the very beginning. The Eiffel Tower.”

“I don’t think I want to go to the top,” I say. “I think I want to avoid heights today. Maybe I’ll feel differently tomorrow.”

“I agree,” Dave says. “Let’s not start with the Eiffel Tower.”

“The Louvre then?” Brock says.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “Let’s check out the Louvre.”

“You sure you don’t want to take a guided tour through the Louvre?” Brock says. “There’s a lot to see. You can spend the whole day there.”

“We’ve got almost a whole day,” I say. “No, I don’t want a guided tour. I want to look at the art at my leisure.”

Dave sits rigid beside me.

“Let me guess,” I say. “A day at an art museum is not your cup of tea.”

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