Chapter 32

But he kept looking at me with something like awe in his eyes. “You’re like the eighth wonder of the world. I feel almost selfish hogging you all to myself.”

I scoffed. “Shit, what kind of meds are you on?”

He went back to staring at the highway, but there was a musing smile on his lips. And I wanted to kiss him there.

We were pretty quiet for the rest of the forty-minute ride, and I supposed we both wanted to enjoy this rare moment of silent communion before the chaos started again. When we drove into the city, I felt invigorated. Montreal. Home. There was really no place like it. Sure, the weather was crap, but I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because, just like me, the city was split. And what it was, depended on who you asked. Divided between two languages, two cultural identities, it was a city of two minds.

“What time is Spence coming over?” I asked, after a while.

“Around seven. With everyone else.”

“They’re all coming, right?”