Page 39 of A Royally Fake French Menage
“Ah.” I let her settle into my for a moment, stroking along her body until my hand met Jacques's. His fingers found mine, tangling together tightly. My heart lurched hard in my chest as he pushed her into my arms harder then pressed his mouth to my knuckles gently.
Not asking forgiveness, or begging for something.
No, Jacques simply expressed his love for her.
Christ.He actually did love her. The first woman I’d ever seen him fall in love with.
I smiled into Genie’s hair, still holding his hand before the fire. “You’ll dry soon, my love. Jacques did an excellent job of setting up the house before you left this evening. We are safe here.” I fell silent for a moment, listened to the wood crackle while I organized my thoughts and they rested with me. “Would you mind if we stayed here for a while before heading back to the States? I wanted to show you the estate, and then go h-home.” I forced the words out, making it clear where I wanted to spend my time.
Somewhere between here and there, with an ocean in between. But home wasn’t a place, a location, or a pile of ancient stone bearing a title or with a name attached to a document or bearing some official ranking.
Home was where we belonged together. It simply took us a chateau, a castle and a splash in a fountain for the three of us to find it.
