Chapter 10 Olivia
After an exquisite main course of haddock baked en papillote with lemon and herbs, dessert is another astounding concoction of chocolate mousse on crumbly pastry. If Marie’s as good a doctor as she is an amateur cook, I’d feel safe leaving my brain in her care.
“If you ever get tired of being a neurosurgeon, you can always open a restaurant.” I’m more drunk than tipsy. Marie also has a very liberal pour when it comes to wine—she’s very French that way.
“Who knows?” She looks up from her glass. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Not just the food.” Uh-oh! “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I chuckle—again. “Something tells me you’ve never suffered from a shortage of those in your life.”
“Not really, but…” She leans over the tabl
