CHAPTER 17
The next day, they had an early afternoon train to catch.
Paul walked them to the metro station to see them off.
Breanne had let him kiss her on the cheek, knowing it was the French way of greeting a friend.
“It was good to meet you, Breanne,” he had told her, “you are a very nice girl. How did Nick get so lucky?” His words were a mere courtesy, but the heat in his eyes had made her blush.
“He loves me, Paul,” she explained.
“Oh.”
“It was nice to meet you too,” she continued, returning the conversation to neutral territory, where it belonged.
“A bientôt.”
Nick shook hands with Paul, and he left. They took the subway to the Gare St. Lazare, where they caught the train to Bayeux.
Breanne was starting to recover from her jet lag, and while people all around them snoozed,
