Chapter ElevenACACIA WAS SO RATTLED by her conversation with Monsieur Roy that she agreed to spend the morning with Luc. He took her to Notre-Dame and walked with her around the great cathedral, a favorite pastime of theirs when they’d been a couple. He even accompanied her to the house of Héloïse and Abélard. Then he took her to lunch at one of her favorite cafés in the Latin Quarter.
He drove to her apartment building and accompanied her to the front door.
“I can stay,” he offered. The light in his eyes shone unconcealed hope.
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Slowly, oh, so slowly, he leaned forward, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’re my biggest regret.”
She grimaced. “Why would you regret me?”
“I regret that I didn’t fight for us.”
Acacia closed her eyes. She didn’t want to have
