Emma Harte 07 - Breaking the Rules by Barbara Taylor Bradford

Author:Barbara Taylor Bradford [Bradford, Barbara Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
ISBN: 9780312578060
Published: 2009-10-13T00:00:00+00:00

PART TWO

Dodging the Enemy January-April 2007

‘Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.’

From Macbeth by

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

TWENTY-EIGHT

She felt different. Was it because she was head over heels in love? And marvellously loved in return?

Was it because she was now living in married bliss with the man of her dreams?

Or was it because she was about to be launched as a supermodel by one of the greatest fashion designers in the world? Then again, perhaps it was because she was in Paris, a city she loved more than any other in the world. Yes, it could be that. Paris had forever cast its spell over her. The very thought of it always made her drool.

Then again, perhaps she felt different because all of these wonderful things were rolled into one big ball of absolute perfect happiness. But whatever it was, she felt fabulous. And free as a bird…liberated.

She clutched Larry’s hand tighter, and stole a surreptitious look at him, smiled to herself. He was in disguise. So was she. They weren’t really; they had no reason to be, but what they were wearing felt like a disguise. Trousers, heavy sweaters and boots, covered by bulky quilted coats, wool caps pulled down over their ears, scarves around their necks, woollen gloves on their hands and dark glasses. All of this clothing was to combat the icy January weather in Paris, and the chill wind. But, nonetheless, it was a beautiful day, with a bright blue cloudless sky and shimmering sunlight. A perfectly lovely day, except for the freezing cold.

They walked at a steady pace down the Avenue Montaigne, heading for the Champs-Élysées. When they turned onto it they were both surprised at how busy it was, chock-a-block with people, and Larry said, ‘I think this is a city where people never worry about the weather, unlike London and New York. Paris is so bloody beautiful that the weather doesn’t matter one bit.’

‘You’re right, darling, I’ve always thought that. Isn’t it funny how we often think the same thing? Anyway, it’s the wind that’s a bit of a problem. It comes down from the steppes of Russia, blows right across Europe to Paris, where it seemingly stops.’

He looked at her swiftly, grinning. ‘I bet you just invented that, you clever little minx! A wind down from the steppes of Russia! What an imagination you have, M, and how clever you are.’

‘Neither. I just have a good memory, and that was what I was once told by a very famous concierge in a very famous Paris hotel. And, as you well know, being a seasoned traveller in La Belle France, concierges know everything.’

‘Touché, my little chickadee.’

‘Well, it’s true! I’ll call him at the hotel later, and if he’s on duty you can speak to him, and he’ll confirm what I just said. His name’s Vincent and he’s a very good friend of mine.’

Larry tightened his grip on her hand, laughing, and they walked on, in complete harmony with each other. She pinched herself every day to make sure she wasn’t dreaming all this, and he thanked God that he had found her when he had.

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