hands impeded her progress. “Please forgive me. I owe you an explanation.”
“That’s not why I came,” he said. “And we don’t owe each other explanations.”
But once they had. “Look, Guy, let’s try to settle this out of court.”
He reached out and touched her cheek. “I tried, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
How could she say this the right way? Was there a right way?
“Why pretend, Guy? We’re too different. We both know I’m not what you want,” she said. “You have someone, I know. Work it out with her.”
“What?”
“Like you said, we don’t owe each other explanations.”
Something glimmered in his eyes and he laughed. “So you’re the one who telephoned. I’m going to be an uncle!” He pulled her over to the street. He waved and a blonde waved back from a Renault, a bouquet of white roses in her arms. “Do you see Cecile? She’s my sister! She’s been trying for years. We went to the Savoie to tell my parents.”
Aimee stared. Her mouth hung open.
“Speechless for once, Aimee?”
How could she have been so wrong? Stupid again!
“My schedule’s crazy. Like yours. Cecile keeps telling me that I should accept you as you are,” he said. “Big eyes, torn fishnet stockings and all. Do you want to try this again?”
Aimee saw the last glint of the sun hitting the rooftiles.
Did she?
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