Chapter 44

“Tell me,” I asked, “how do you know Jean Claude? Did you buy a car from him?”

She laughed. “No, certainly not. I couldn’t afford one of the cars he sells. I don’t own a car. Any car is expensive in Paris, given how much it costs to park, and the traffic is awful. I prefer to just take the subway to work. It’s so much simpler, and it gives me more money to spend on other things, like travel where I met my hot boyfriend.” She squeezed my hand.

While that sort of thing would normally have sent my thoughts racing ahead to the bedroom, I found myself asking, “When should I move into the apartment?”

“Let’s move you in this weekend,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “We’ll shop for the things you’ll need and have you all set for your first full week at work.”

I found myself getting depressed at the idea that I would not be spending every night with her. “Once I move to the apartment, how often will I see you? How often will we spend the night together?”