Chapter 1“This weekend?”
“That’s what I said.”
“This weekend.”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
Claude’s already saucered brown eyes widened further. In the bright Parisian sunshine, with his boyish cap of blond curls, he looked even more than usual like a Hummel figurine. It didn’t help that he barely came up to Alain’s chest. Alain had to bite the inside of his cheek and concentrate on unlocking the back door in order not to embarrass the young chef by smiling.
“I just don’t know why you’d leave the restaurant on one of the busiest weekends of the year,” Claude persisted. “Surely, you want to be here, to make sure everything goes well?”
Cooler air and blessed darkness comforted Alain Tiessart as he stepped through the rear entry of Rêver. He’d been unlocking and opening that
