CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The rest of the bridge tour passed Keira by in a blur. She couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation they’d had over breakfast. Even when they entered the museums and art galleries that lined the Canal St Martin, Keira could hardly focus on what was in front of her face. She was lost in her mind, in her thoughts, reeling them over and over, going through all the possibilities.
“We should go out for a special meal,” Cristiano said as they strolled in silence across yet another bridge, their romantic appeal suddenly having disappeared for Keira. “If this is our last chance to see Paris at night. Maybe we should try and stay up to watch the sunrise from the rooftops.”
She smiled. “That sounds nice.” Then she added, on second thoughts, “We should nap in that case. Bec
