Chapter 33

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The villa was a huge but charming stucco construction, with a porch that spilled out in front of ancient, bare olive trees and led the eye directly to a lovely view of Sainte-Victoire. “I can see why Cezanne painted it over and over,” Ryan commented as they lugged their bags up the stairs.

“Will you?” Ted asked.

“Oh, definitely.”

They had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living space on the second floor, while the bottom floor where the breakfast room was located was otherwise occupied by a host family with three King Charles Cavalier spaniels. The family arranged breakfast times with them, and the dogs greeted them with licks and barks of joy.

“We should get a dog,” Ryan pointed out.

“Yes,” Ted agreed, sincere if distracted. They were here now, and it was all happening, and Ted had a day’s worth of airplane filth to wash off him before he would feel remotely confident letting Ryan touch him. “I need a bath.”

Ryan focused on the dogs rather than commenting.