The Gordonston Ladies Dog Walking Club by Whitehead Duncan

Author:Whitehead, Duncan [Whitehead, Duncan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2013-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Kelly felt different. Maybe it was because everyone thought that she was famous. She had a new air of confidence about her. She began to enjoy the nudges wives would give husbands, and vice versa, when they walked past her table. She began to enjoy the autographs she was giving out, which she signed simply “Kelly.” She felt calm. If this were what it was like to be a famous model, then she liked it.

She had forgotten about her disappointment at being alone. It was hard to believe that Kelly was actually the same girl as the tear-drenched and forlorn woman who had flown into Paris first class the day before. She was having fun. Jean-Claude ensured that Kelly had a full glass of Diet Coke and even sent over some hot food to accompany the snacks. Though Kelly didn’t like the look or the idea of escargot, she tried them anyway. She was simply having the most perfect time of her life. She forgot about Tom—not completely, but enough so that her stomach didn’t knot when she thought about her husband stuck back in Savannah, probably bored to death.

She noticed the young man the moment he had arrived at the Café Papillion. He took the last empty table outside, further along the avenue from where Kelly sat. As it was a pleasant evening, it hadn’t taken long for the café to fill. Throngs of tourists mingled with Parisians. The fact that a well-known model had been spotted along the Champs Élysées that evening had attracted a larger than normal crowd to Jean-Claude Papillion’s small café. The young man that Kelly had seen arrive—behind her sunglasses so he wouldn’t see her watching—was lucky to have gotten that last table, thought Kelly as he raised his hand to try and attract the attention of the now very busy Thierry.

The man was neither as handsome nor as athletic as Tom, but there was something attractive about him, thought Kelly as she covertly watched the new arrival. He seemed to know Thierry very well, as they had exchanged a handshake on his arrival and conversed for a few moments, laughing and joking with each other. The man was about medium height, clean-shaven and slimly built. He was dressed in a cream suit, which looked expensive, thought Kelly, over a plain white T-shirt; sunglasses were perched on top of his head, even though the sun had set hours before. Kelly remembered her own sunglasses and thought that maybe she should remove them; wearing them at night was not something she supposed even a supermodel would do. She set them on top of her head in the same fashion as the new arrival.

She inspected the man further, now that her vision was not darkened by her sunglasses. She had a better view, although she maintained her discretion. He had a tousled mop of curly brown hair, cut short, and he was well tanned. Kelly imagined he was Spanish or Italian, maybe even Greek. There was something about him, something mysterious and almost regal.

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