CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
He walked with her from his pasture down through Montreux to Clarens, where they enjoyed breakfast in the lakeside garden of L’Ermitage.
“You become more beautiful every day, Rachel,” he said as he slid a fork through his soufflé.
“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.”
He smiled and reached across the white tablecloth to hold her hand in his as they both continued to eat.
“I hope to finish the research in the archives today. There are only a few microfiche left to study, but I may have to stay there till about seven so I can wrap it all up.”
He nodded, rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth across the side of her hand. “I can book a table and meet you here if you like.”
“Sounds good.”
He turned his face toward the sky. “It should be a nice evening for di
