Chapter 7

“Charlemagne always was a show-off.” Was Wills impressed by that—

“Wow. Eighty-seven years? Who’d have thought they’d be going on for so long?”

I blew out a breath. So it wasn’t Chuckles he was impressed by. “Nothing stopped them,” I said easily, not wanting him to know how insecure I was being. “From what I was led to understand, not even the First or Second World Wars, although attendance was sparse during those years.”

“Makes sense.” He closed the box and put it back in his bag. “Are we gonna go again next year?”

“You’d want to go?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be for escorts, but it was fun, and if you don’t have a problem with it…”