CHAPTER 18
“Now, please keep an open mind,” Jean said as he unlocked the door of one of four rooms in a small building. “Most of the properties available right now are vacation rentals meant to be used a week at a time. I’ll show you what we have left.”
He opened the door and Breanne stepped into a minuscule room. This is a lot smaller than Nick’s apartment back in the States, she thought. Not as small as a dorm room, but almost.
The tiny salon appeared even smaller with the use of wallpaper that had a pattern of wild, red flowers. Breanne choked a little.
“What is it?” Nick asked.
She shook her head, trying not to laugh out loud. “These poppies are a little overwhelming,” she said. “If they’re opium poppies, a person could get high from just sitting in the room. Is it ever acceptable
