Chapter 51

“Yes, we have become very special to each other.” I left it at that. Nothing about how she had helped me out in Spain. Nothing about how she had helped me to get my visa to come here. Nothing about all the nights we had spent together. I would leave out as many details as I could.

There was silence for a moment, with Jean Claude looking at the floor again. Finally, he said, “How special?”

I drew a deep breath. “Very special. I believe we are in love.”

I saw his eyes grow wide for a moment before he looked at the floor again, trying to hide his face from me. It took a while—quite a while—before he looked up at me again, but now he looked directly into my eyes. “When did this happen? Was it when you met in Spain, or was it after you came to Paris?”

Again, leaving out as many of the details as possible, I merely said, “In Spain. I worked in the hotel where she was staying.”

He nodded. “So she brought you here because you two are in love. Because she is in love with you.”