CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
“Bridge tour!” Keira cried.
She was sat at her laptop, on the desk in the window, writing her article and waiting for Cristiano to wake up, which he had now done.
“Someone’s excited,” he murmured, as he turned on the kettle to make their morning coffee.
“Of course I’m excited,” Keira told him. “It’s bridge tour day.”
Cristiano laughed. “And what is that exactly?”
“We were saying the other day how we’d not been on enough bridges, and since Paris is filled with them, I thought we should do a tour. Canal St Martin has loads and since we have been there yet, I figured that would be where we did. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazy, but very cute with it,” he replied.
The water in the kettle finished boiling, and Cristiano filled up the cafetiere.
“It’s only a
