Callie lifted one hand up to study the gilded bracelet on her right wrist, admiring the painted chain links. Something inside her shivered at the thought of Wes and chains together in the same sentence. They were just bracelets, yet the way he’d put them on her, the possessive gleam in his eyes. Heat blossomed in the pit of her belly and farther down. Was this a prelude to something else, a darker hint of what Wes wished to do to her? There was so much about him and his desires that were still a mystery to her.
“Let me call Michel. He’ll take the birds back to the apartment and then take us to the Eiffel Tower.”
Callie picked up the cage and followed him as he began to walk out of Montmartre to an easier spot for the car to pick them up.
“I can’t believe you just bought me birds,” she s
