CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
It was the perfect end to their trip; a night dancing, drinking, laughing and loving on the rooftops overlooking Paris. And not a single drop of rain.
But all too soon, dusk came, signalling the end of their Parisian adventure. The sun began to rise, turning the sky from black to gray, the clouds to dusty pink.
Keira was exhausted from too little sleep and from the effects of too much wine wearing off. She snuggled beside Cristiano, yawning, just about ready to fall asleep right where she sat. He rubbed her arm, to keep her warm and awake.
“Should we go back now?” she asked. “Pack up our cases?”
Part of her wanted to stay here forever, but there was another part that longed for home, for her family, for a sense of normality.
“If you want to,” Cristiano said. “But
