CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Lamisi flopped across her hotel room bed at the early hour of nine p.m. and let out a huge yawn. The day spent with Blaise had been perfect. Not only did the locals no longer do a double-take and snicker when he spoke their language, but they’d had fun.
Blaise’s talent wasn’t limited to constructing song lyrics. Jokes also featured on his specialty list.
A day of exploring Abidjan had included a beautiful walk on the beach and a dinner of fresh grilled red snapper paired with her now favourite attiéké. She hadn’t wanted the day to end. To be apart from him.
Serious, PhD-oriented Lamisi disappeared when they were together, replaced by the giggly teenager she’d once been. Anyone who knew her would be surprised at how laidback she was when with Blaise.
It must be the
