Page 52 of Sparks Fly
Creed mutters a thanks and Emily disappears into the yacht.
“Do you go out on this or does it just sit here?” Rue asks as she looks around at her surroundings.
“Sometimes, not as much as I should.” He reaches for the tea pot then looks at me for confirmation for him to make it. I nod.
“That’s a shame,” I mumble and watch as he pours the tea.
“Yeah, but who knows, maybe I’ll get a chance to take it out before I fly back home,. He sighs. “I pay seventy thousand euros to have it moored here.”
My eyes widen at that number, but Rue doesn’t seem phased by it at all.
“That would be nice for you,” Rue says as she takes one of the mugs and sits back, looking very much relaxed.
“It would,” I agree, taking my mug from him and nestling myself back into the sofa.
“Would you like to come out on it with me?” he asks both of us, but I know it’s directed at me.
Rue gets it. She picks up on it straight away.
“Thank you for the offer but I am mega busy with work. You and Anaïs should definitely do it.” She flits her eyes between the both of us.
“What do you say, Ace? Fancy it?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, then take a mouthful of my tea. “Why not?” I really do try hard not to smile, but I fail.
Miserably.
We walkRue home and once we know she is in safely, Creed walks beside me as we make our way back to the penthouse. The evening is warm, there is still a lot of life in the quiet town for Fontvieille, and I am so glad that Nora convinced me to come. I really did need to call her. I had been a bad friend.
“I could move here.” My thoughts are loud, and I feel Creed’s eyes on me.
“Yeah?” His hands are folded into his pocket.
“Yeah.” I look at him, a weak smile tracing my lips.
“I would move here in a heartbeat,” he admits as we turn onto the main street, a super car passing and whoever it was, flashes Creed and holds his hand out the window.
“Who was that?”
“Charles,” he smirks and I blink.
“WhattheCharles?”
“No, King Charles.” He rolls his eyes and laughing as I push him in the arm.
“Idiot,” I say through my giggle.
“So, back to the conversation before Charles sent you to dreamland.”
“He is very dreamy,” I say on a sigh.
“He is,” Creed agrees which causes another laugh to bubble out of me.
“What were we talking about before?” I tease, knowing full well what we were talking about.
“Monaco. Moving here.”
“Oh, yes.” We round the corner and we’re on the home stretch to the penthouse. “I would move here, I really would. I feel anchored here, if that makes any sense at all.”
