CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHANEL’S POV
Ah! Paris. I didn’t miss it one bit, certainly because of the cold December air and the rain splattering against the window of my hotel room. Maybe I was one of those few people in the world that weren’t particularly fond of the rain. The thought of even getting rained on could make my whole body fill up with goosebumps. Right now I was staring at the window, watching the rain pitter-patter against it while armed with a cup of hot coffee. We had been lucky enough not to get caught in the rain when we arrived in Paris a few hours ago. I’d taken a nap, after leaving a message to Dane, knowing he’d probably be still asleep and woken up to it raining. I glanced at my wrist watch.
Seven thirty. Dammit!
Did the weather just choose to conspire against me or w
