CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“Your French has improved tremendously,” Armand told Blaise as they walked to the front door after their tutorial.
Blaise had noticed that the man no longer looked pained after his pupil had spoken.
“Merci.”
MerciHe didn’t bother to explain about his journey to Côte d’Ivoire or how Lamisi had forced him to speak the language with everyone they’d encountered during the trip. The weekend had been a blast. Until it no longer had been.
They’d gone from having a slow relationship to taking off on a rocket. Being with her had been mind-blowing. Soul-shaking. Incredible.
His attempts to contact Deola had yielded three days of beeping in his ear with a computerized female voice stating that the phone had been switched off. He’d even had Alima try from her phone. Nothing.
