Chapter 15

He had insisted on driving us to the airport, picking up both Margaux and I at our apartments in his black Mercedes. I felt bad for him driving in the bad weather, as we could have just taken the subway, but it was nice to have the car for all our luggage. Ever the perfect gentlemen, he helped us get our bags on a cart at the terminal door, and then gave me a long goodbye as the little French cars with their annoying horns honked in frustration behind his double-parked Mercedes.

And as Margaux had witnessed that long, emotional goodbye, I had been surprised that she had not commented on it during the whole flight. Finally, she was getting around to it.

“He’ll miss me. He’ll call me every day. But he’ll deal with it. He’s a big boy.”

Margaux just smiled. “He certainly is. He’s every woman’s fantasy. Sometimes I wonder if you truly appreciate him.”

“I appreciate him, believe me. Let’s just leave it at that and have a good time.”