Page 103 of Chloé

She chuckled and cuddled into her papa’s side, smiling at her dad andpère.

“Speaking of your handsome men…” Dad pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text. “I think it’s time that we leave you to them.”

“Wait,” she said, sitting up, and her fathers got to their feet. “You’re leaving now? You just got here.”

“No.” Papa chuckled. “We got here nearly an hour ago. We had breakfast with Ethan and Zayne and then waited to talk to you.”

“What? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Pèrecame around the coffee table and kissed both her cheeks. “Because we needed to talk about you.”

Chloé’s eyes widened, and Dad laughed.

“They’re on their way back, so that’s our cue to leave and foryouto have a wonderful day. Don’t worry about seeing us off—we know the way.”

“You’re all being very cryptic right now.”

“Yes,” Dad said as they headed toward the door. “We are. Bye.”

As they disappeared inside, Chloé turned to look out at the gardens, and sure enough, Ethan and Zayne were walking up from the lake.

Hand in hand, they looked absolutely gorgeous in their fall wear—Ethan in a pair of dark pants and maroon sweater, Zayne in his jeans and bomber jacket.

They took her breath away, and as they got closer, she ran down to them, throwing her arms around them both and greeting them with a kiss.

They pulled her in and kissed her back with the same sweet enthusiasm, and when they finally pulled apart, Ethan asked, “Good visit with the parents?”

“The best.” She took in a deep breath, then said, “Still want to go to Paris?”

Zayne chuckled and took her hand in his. “About that…”

Ethan took her other hand and, as they led her up to the house, said, “We need to show you something.”

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ZAYNE GLANCED IN the sun visor mirror for what felt like the hundredth time since they’d left the estate, and each and every time Chloé was staring right back at him.

She was onto them. She knew they had some kind of surprise for her, and he had the worst poker face ever. But as long as she didn’t start asking difficult questions, heshouldbe able to hold out.

“So wherever we’re going right now, it’s not so you can let me down easy, right?”

Zayne frowned. “Let you down?”

“Yeah, you know, some pretty restaurant where you sit me down and tell me you can’t come to Paris with me.”

“You really think we’d do something like that?”

She grinned. “No, so where are you taking me?”

“Nice try,” Ethan said, his deep chuckle filling the car. “Leave poor Zayne alone—he’s horrible at keeping a secret.”

“Why do you think I’m asking him?”

“Hey, I’m right here, and I can keep a secret. Did you know about the earl, the viscount, and the duchess?”

“You only found out after dinner at JULIEN,” Ethan pointed out.

“Still, I didn’t tell her on the way home in the car.”

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