Page 70 of The Paris Connection

He stood up, shielding his eyes from the sun. ‘There are some things we will never get over.’

I hugged my arms around myself, closing my eyes for a second or two, letting the sun’s rays turn the insides of my eyelids orange.

‘For example, I cannot get over the fact that you made me miss my very important meeting in Amsterdam.’

I looked up at him sharply, relieved when I saw him smiling.

He hesitated, looking sideways at me. ‘There is one more thing I must show you.’

I shook my head. ‘Come on, Léo, there’s no way we can fit anything else in.’

‘True, we do not have long. But I want to end your second – and far superior – trip to Paris on a high. Literally.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

‘We need to go to the Sacré-Coeur. I insist. You cannot come to Paris without seeing it.’

‘If we miss the next Amsterdam train, you do know I’ll kill you,’ I warned him.

‘Oh yes,’ he said. ‘I know.’

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