CHAPTER 12
“Nick?” Breanne called from the bedroom closet, where she was hanging up her dresses.
“Oui, chérie?” he called back from the living room, where she’d sent him to keep him out from underfoot.
“Where should I put my books?”
“I have a little space on my bookshelf in here,” he replied. “Do you have very many?”
She glanced at the tiny box on the bed. “Not too many, no.”
“Do not worry, Breanne. If they don’t fit, we can always get a bigger bookshelf.”
Get a bigger bookshelf, she thought. Just like that. He has money. He’s used to having money. What a concept. I wonder if I can adjust as well. Sounds like a fun thing to try. She grinned. Lining up the last of her sandals beside Nick’s, she grabbed the box which had once contained a ream of paper and made her way into the living
