Page 107 of Chloé

Ethan shook his head. “Thatalonedeserves celebrating.”

Chloé grinned at the pair of them, thinking that if anything needed celebrating, it was her amazing luck in finding the two of them. For so long she’d been looking for direction in life while searching for a place that felt like hers, and this right here—between the two of them—was it.

They not only gave her the freedom to go out and be who she was, but they also proudly stood beside her as she shined.

Their love story had been a complete and utter whirlwind. Her life had changed in so many ways. But through it all, Ethan and Zayne had been there holding her up. They’d seen her at her best, and at her worst, and loved her through all of it—and now here they were, about to embark on the next chapter of their story.

She sipped at her champagne and leaned her head on Zayne’s shoulder, and when Ethan brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, she smiled at him.

“You look very content.”

“You told me to relax.”

“That I did.” The car turned onto a bridge, and as it crossed the River Seine, Chloé looked out the window to the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower.

Sometimes she had to pinch herself to remember this wasn’t a dream, but her real life. But with views like that outside the car, and views like Ethan and Zayne in it, it was almost impossible to believe.

They drove around the streets, past the Palais Garnier, and finally back to the street JULIEN was on.

As the limo slowed, Chloé took in a deep breath and handed Ethan her glass. While this little distraction had done its job in calming her, it was time to get her head back in the game.

Unlike her “debut” in Chicago, where the restaurant had been full of fellow chefs and food critics, tonight was going to be judged on a very different scale. The French were very particularandopinionated when it came to their food, and it was important to her that the locals were the ones who were impressed tonight.

There was a small crowd gathered around the front entrance of the restaurant, and when the limo drew to a stop, she peered outside.

“What are they waiting for?” She knew it wasn’t her. She wasn’t some kind of celebrity, and they hadn’t done any kind of press for the restaurant’s change over. So the crowd made no sense. “There should be plenty of tables inside.”

Zayne shrugged. “Don’t know—maybe we should go and see.”

Ethan pushed open the door and climbed out, then held a hand out for her, and as she stepped out, Zayne followed. As the limo drove off, several of the people in the crowd turned to try to get a look inside—and that was when she saw them.

Threeveryfamiliar men stood amongst the small gathering of people. One in particular was hugging everyone and doing the traditional French double kiss to each cheek.

“Père?Dad? Papa?”

Her fathers turned, and when they caught sight of her, their faces lit up.

“Mon ange.”

“Angel.”

“Chloé.”

Chloé’s mouth fell open, and she blinked several times, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

Her fathers werehere? In Paris?

That definitely seemed to be the case, as all three of them rushed over to hug her.

“What are you—? When did you—? How are youhere?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Her dad kissed her cheek and then hurried over to Ethan and patted his arm. “Your lovely boyfriends flew us on your privatejet.”

Chloé turned accusing eyes on Ethan. “And you didn’ttellme?”

Ethan smirked, and Chloé’s heart skipped a couple of beats. “It was a surprise.”

“You and your damn surprises,” she said, even as the grin on her face told him that this was the best one ever.

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