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“Good.” I sat and smiled at him. “Now tell me more about your time in the South of France. You’ve been to Cannes?” My tone was light, and I took another bite of my food and waited for him to move on.
He didn’t answer right away, and my pulse picked up. “Hmm. Cannes Film Festival. I don’t spend as much time at parties, but I did spend one wild weekend with Tate Maxwell.”
My jaw unhinged. “Wild and Tate Maxwell, seriously? I thought he was the goody-good type.”
“In public, he is. Most of the people there were famous, and some of them were married. Anyway, music started playing, drinks and drugs were around, and clothes started coming off.”
“Oh, my God. Anyone I like?” I asked, and we both laughed.
“Athena, Sherri, Soho, Aaron Silver.”
I fanned myself. “Whew, Aaron Silver.”
He squinted. “Seriously?”
I laughed. “You’re actually jealous?” I scoffed. “You shouldn’t be. You’re way hotter.” His face morphed into a bright smile, and we kissed.
“And you didn’t participate?” I cocked a brow.
“You know me. I love to watch.”
“Me too.”
“Yeah, I know. Now, that surprised me.”
“Glad to know I can keep you on your toes,” I teased. “You know, Paris has a lot to see.”
“Oh, does it?”
“Yep, you missed out. You should have stayed in Paris.”
“You’re a terrible tease, Ms. Sokol.” The plates were cleared for salade niçoise that was similar to a cobb salad, but with grilled fish. It was delicious, and after eating the curry meal, I was sure I couldn’t eat another bite. “Merci beaucoup, Helene. I was enthused when she came out to ask us about our meal. But then she brought out tarte tropézienne, a brioche cake with homemade custard and strawberries. “I’m glad I didn’t fill up at the market.” I moaned in delight with each delectable bite.
“This dessert has a story, and it was particularly made for you.”
“Oh, it does?”
“Yes. A polish chef named Alexandre Micka brought the dessert to Nice. But the legendary tale goes Brigitte Bardot fell in love with the dessert while filming And God Created Woman and gave it the name.”
“Great story. I suppose we can fall in love with a dessert,” I mused, “It is very similar to what Dad used to have in his bakery.”
“Are you claiming the chef stole the recipe?” he teased.
“Not at all, it taste like home. And I’m especially touched that she made it for me.”
Paul leaned over and kissed me. “Taste even better on your lips.” I laughed.
We finished eating, and I held up my hand. “Be right back.” And I left to find Helene. I gave her a hug and thanked her again for the lovely, thoughtful meal. Paul was only a few steps behind me when I turned, shaking his head and grinning.
“Merci,” he called to Helene, and took my hand and kissed my wrist. “So, what’s our plan now, Mr. Crane?”
“Are you ready to watch the movie?”
I scrunched up my face. “Yes, okay. I guess.”
“You don’t sound too enthused,” he mused. “I’m also not sure about watching a sci-fi thriller, but I’m told it’s a must see, at least once.”
“Sounds like a blockbuster,” I mused and took a seat on the couch.
