Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I watch as she scrunches up her face while looking over the menu. Her mouth falls open as she scans the selections. I laugh and shake my head to myself as I glance down at my own menu. It’s in French, but there are English translations.
That was one of the things that stood out to me in the reviews. The waiter comes and takes our order. Since this is a special occasion, I order a bottle of wine.
Lynn gives me an adorable smile as the waiter leaves to get the wine and place our order. I place my hands on top of the table and turn them over for her to place hers in mine. Rubbing my thumbs over her knuckles, I take her in. Her brown eyes sparkle with true happiness.
“What?” she asks as I silently stare.
“You’re gorgeous. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.”
“That makes two of us. I can’t believe I’m in Paris with my boyfriend. This has been mind-blowing. I have so much music playing in my head. The colors are so bright.”
“Colors?”
“Yeah, I don’t just hear the music. I see it in colors. The louder the music gets, the brighter the colors become. I don’t know; it’s always been how I create,” she replies with a shrug.
“You’re amazing.”
“You’re not too bad yourself. I saw your sketch pad and I know you can build just about anything. I’m excited for you. When do you plan to tell your daddy?”
I blow out a breath. “I have a lot of talking to do when I get back to Texas. That’s just one of the conversations I need to have. I’m going to finish my final year. After that, I need to figure out what’s next.”
“Trevor Paul Monroe Construction and Design. I can see it now. You’re going to build me my dream home once I make it big.”
“I plan to build us our dream home one day.”
She gives me a beaming smile before lowering her head shyly. I give her hands a gentle squeeze. I want her to know I’m in this for the long haul.
I go to tell her just that, but I’m interrupted as the bottle of wine arrives. I taste it before both our glasses are filled. I can’t help but smile as Lynn lifts her shoulders to her ears with a huge smile on her lips.
Reaching for her glass, she swirls it and takes a sip. Then she lifts her gaze to mine. I can’t tear my eyes away from her lips as she sticks her tongue out to lick them.
“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?” she teases.
I wink at her. “Never crossed my mind.”
I frown when her shoulders sag and she pokes her lip out. Again, I’m interrupted as I go to find out what just happened. We start on our first course and her excitement returns. I decide to let the change slide.
I want this night to go perfectly. It’s important to me. It has to go right.
CHAPTER 17
Pont des Arts
Lynn
Dinner was amazing. My belly is nice and full and this walk is doing wonders. Trevor’s warm hand is so comforting.
His voice is only adding to the calm that has come over me. I wish things could be like this always. I lean my head against his arm and keep in step with him as we turn and walk up a set of stairs.
I’m not sure where we are, although I know we’re in the area of the Louvre. Just as I thought, the Louvre comes into view. I glance around and it becomes clear where we are, Pont des Arts. We’re on the Love Lock Bridge.
“This was a big one on her list. She talked about it all the time,” Trev says as he looks down at me. “I have her old high school combination lock. I know it’s supposed to be a lock between lovers, but we loved her and she had a love for this place.”
“It’s perfect,” I choke out.
He pulls the lock from his backpack and leads me over to the bridge railing. I nod for him to do the honors.
A slight wind begins to pick up. I close my eyes and think of my sister. It’s as if she’s standing right beside me.
“There’s one more thing, darlin’,” Trevor says, causing me to open my eyes again.
He’s holding up a pouch with a huge smile on his face. I knit my brows in confusion. He reaches into the pouch and pulls out another lock.
“I had this one made just for us. I figured it only right we place our own here as well.”
I take the lock from him with shaky hands. It’s heavy and cool to the touch. He had the date engraved on it. When I turn it over, the other side is engraved as well, the words inscribed across the metal.