“We’ll see,” Sam said, “Mark is not a one-woman man.”
“Diana can take care of herself,” Angie added, “it will be interesting, however.”
“Here’s to love in Paris,” Sam raised his glass.
“Love in Paris,” they echoed.
“I love the door between our two suites, Sam. May I join you three here tonight?”
“Yes, Angie,” Sam replied, “we wouldn’t have it any other way. Love in Paris!”
Caitlin and Catherine nodded their agreement.
“May I have some kisses?”
Caitlin went first, then Catherine. Sam stood and took off his shoes before lying on the bed. “Over here, you three.” They complied and still had room left over. “Here’s your kiss, Angie.”
“What do you want for dinner, Sam?”
“I want all three of you,” he answered simply. “You choose the cuisine, after all you are fluent in French and I hear
