Lives Paris Took by Rachael Wright

Author:Rachael Wright [Wright, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-14T22:00:00+00:00

THE REST OF THE morning slid by in a haze. One moment David was sitting down with his first client, discussing the clearest translation of a business document and the next he was with the last, a female travel agent in her fifties who wanted to expand to the UK market. As soon as she was gone, David hurried from the conference room, said a hasty goodbye to Georges, and left the office.

His stomach grumbled loudly as he made his way to the street. In order to assist Georges with the paperwork, from taxes forms to new client requests that had piled up in his absence, he had forgone lunch. David tugged at his white turtleneck, it was far too hot to wear it, but the morning had been unseasonably cool.

"Do you have anything to eat?" David asked the moment Catherine opened the apartment door.

"Come in," she said with a wide grin. "I think I have something."

"I didn't have time to get lunch."

"It's no trouble," she shouted from the kitchen.

He collapsed into one the living area's grey wingback chairs and pulled off his boots, reveling in the plush carpet. It was a terrible way to greet the woman he loved and he knew it. Even with their years of familiarity, he thought he saw the corners of Catherine’s mouth turn down as she headed for the kitchen. Soon though she arrived bearing a sandwich on a silver tray, a glass of water, and a small bowl of strawberries.

"You're an angel," David said, wolfing down the sandwich.

She perched on the edge of the sofa, wringing her hands and sneaking glances at the clock. David looked up when she sighed.

"Are we running late?" he mumbled past a mouthful of turkey, spinach, and tomato.

"No," she said, fingering the hem of her silk shirt.

"You can't sit still. What's the matter?"

"I'm nervous."

He wanted to laugh at the sight of her worried face but forced an empathetic grin instead.

"It's going to flop. All of it. What am I doing? I've never run a restaurant in my life. I cook for family and friends," she said flapping her arms. "Oh, ce que je fais? Ceci est une erreur. Je devais être fou de penser–à croire."

David blinked in the half second it took to translate her rapid French.

"Catherine, you aren't crazy and this isn't a mistake. Now get your coat," David said, stuffing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, "or we’ll be late."

Catherine looked dolefully at him before scurrying across the room.

"Alright," she said, pulling her arms through a beige trench coat.

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