I set the phone on the nightstand then moved to the double doors that sectioned off the bedroom from the rest of my chambers. I closed them, so when Gerard delivered breakfast, he wouldn’t be able to see the two of us in bed.
I left the bed, put on my sweatpants, tossed a shirt on the bed for her to wear when she woke up, and stepped into the other room where my laptop was on the desk in the sitting room. I opened it and did some work, checked some emails.
Thirty minutes later, Gerard let himself inside, and without acknowledging me to remain quiet, he wheeled the cart onto the patio over the Seine and set up breakfast, putting down a white tablecloth before placing the covered dishes on the table. When he was finished, he opened all the curtains so the sunlight came into the room. It wa
