Page 60 of The Billionaire's Wife

“Hey.” Jenna jabbed her elbow into Noah’s side. “I’ll have you know I am incredibly low maintenance.”

“Mmhmm. That’s why we’re in Paris for a wedding dress fitting.”

“Oh shush.” Jenna’s cheeks flared red. “I get one shot at a wedding. A wedding with a billionaire groom, by the way. I feel like I can go a little out with it.”

Noah leaned over and kissed Jenna’s cheek. “You absolutely can. You know I’m teasing.”

“I do.”

Jenna beamed. “I like how that sounds.”

Tristan met my gaze and rolled his eyes. “Lovebirds, am I right?”

I laughed. “It’s cute.”

“Hmpf.”

I shook my head. I didn’t buy Tristan’s grumpiness at all. I could see he was happy for his friends. And honestly, I was, too.

I made quick work of my breakfast, though it felt like sacrilege to rush that amazing food. On the other hand? I was in Paris. There was probably another bakery where I could indulge in yet another kind of treat that would be equally amazing. If there were bad pastries in France, I didn’t want to know it.

“Ready to roll?” Tristan stood and collected the dishes before loading them back on the room service cart.

“Yeah. Eiffel Tower first?” I couldn’t wait to go up to the top and take in Paris from the sky.

“Sounds good.” Tristan looked at Noah. “You two want to join in for this? Is there time before your appointment?”

“Should be.” Noah checked the time then glanced at Jenna. “Does that work?”

“Absolutely.” Jenna stood and brushed crumbs off her shirt.

“Let me text the driver.” Tristan paused and tapped at his phone. He waited a moment, then nodded. “He’s on the way and will be here soon. Let’s go wait in the lobby.”

It took us a couple of minutes to do the last-minute check for all the things we wanted to take along. Then we took the elevator down to the lobby and I had to keep my jaw from dropping again at the opulence. Yet again, I was faced with the reality that Tristan—my neighbor and friend from when I was a kid, the man who had saved me from a horrible home—was loaded.

A limo pulled up in front of the hotel and a uniformed driver stepped out from behind the wheel, then headed into the hotel lobby. “Lee party?”

Tristan lifted his fingers.

The driver nodded and gestured for us to follow. He opened the back door as we approached the car. I laughed to myself as I climbed in.

“Share the joke?” Tristan scooted next to me.

“Just this.” I waved my hands at the car and then the hotel. “It’s surreal. And a big step up from ramen and mac and cheese.”

“I still like both of those things, though.” Tristan took my hand and squeezed. “It’s not like this all the time.”

“I know. But it could be.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t want that, mind you.”

He squeezed my hand again.

Noah and Jenna finished settling in their seats, and the driver shut the door.

“Does he know where we’re going?” Jenna twisted in her seat to look into the driver’s side.

“I told him when I texted.” Tristan settled back against the seat. He didn’t let go of my hand.

I took a deep breath and just let all the sensations flow through me. I couldn’t describe how his touch could set every nerve ending on fire while, at the same time, be exactly like coming home after a long time gone.

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