CHAPTER 47

“You were always so easily distracted from work,” she reminisced. “Like the time you flew me to Mauritius for a long weekend, completely forgetting about that important conference call you had on the Monday.”

“I have no regrets.” He shrugged. “That was a hell of a weekend.” They had spent most of it naked on a private beach.

“Pierre was furious with you,” she recalled.

“He got over it. Besides, we were newlyweds, he understood.”

“We’d been married for more than a year,” she corrected.

“Your point being?”

“Do you remember that street performer who followed us from the marketplace back to the hotel?” she asked, and his eyes lit up with laughter at the memory.

“He wouldn’t stop his horrendous serenading the entire walk back.”

“You begged him to stop, bribed him, and offered to put his unborn children through university,” she said, giggling.

“I don’t think he understood my high-school French,” Gerard laughed.

“He was awful!” they both said in unison before lapsing into an awkward silence.