It was nearly midnight when Wes carried Callie from the car while Michel held the door. She had fallen asleep after leaving the Louvre. She’d been up for a day and a half with no real sleep and he had purposely kept her awake and engaged most of the day so she would adjust to the time change. He came to Paris every couple of months, so the change wasn’t that difficult for him.
“You wore out the young lady?” Michel teased as he waited for Wes to go to the apartment elevators.
“Yes, poor thing.” Wes chuckled. “Bonsoir, Monsieur.”
“Bonsoir, Monsieur Thorne.”
Wes nodded at the night guard who pressed the elevator button so Wes wouldn’t have to put Callie down. He liked the way she felt in his arms, perfect. Caring for her soothed his dominant tendencies. Normally he didn’t react so tenderl
