‘Who cares? They’ve no idea who we are.’ He moved his hand under her dress again but she jerked it away. Lachlan stepped back, his expression plaintive. ‘Come on, Jasmine. There’s nowhere else we can go. I didn’t think you a prude.’
His words stung.
‘But it makes me feel cheap. Behaving like this in the street.’
He smiled. ‘Don’t be daft. This is Paris. The city of love. I thought you were a woman of the world. It appears I got that wrong. I thought you cared for me. I must have got that wrong too.’ He looked into her eyes, disappointed. His own eyes were full of longing. ‘Did I get it wrong, Jasmine? Don’t you care for me?’
This made her feel as though she had been mean. He was like a small child who had been let down and denied the treat promised to him.
‘Of course I do. I’m mad abo
