Page 37 of Enthrall Secrets
“Where did you go?” I asked.
“I called Cameron.”
I turned around in his arms and stared up at him. “Why?”
“I wanted him to know you’re safe.”
“Was he angry?”
“No.” He gave me the sweetest smile.
I studied his face, trying to see what he was thinking.
Danton held my gaze. “If at any time you want him to come and get you, I can arrange that.”
“Why would I want that?”
He looked thoughtful. “You might get homesick?”
No, that was not it. There was something in the way he’d broken my gaze, a moment of doubt in his eyes.
“We should drive into town,” he said, quickly changing the subject. “We need to shop. We need to cook.”
“Will you visit me in America? When all this is over?”
He hesitated and I took that as his answer.
Danton was right, of course. We were a temporary item and something told me that leaving here was going to be challenging for me when the time came.
“I found a room at the top of the house,” I said. “Why’s it locked?”
“It’s a storeroom for antique books. That kind of thing. Nothing of any importance.”
“I like antiques.”
“And don’t go into the garden yet. I want to be the one to show it to you.”
“Okay. I can do that. Where’s your family?”
“My parents moved to Paris to be closer to their friends. This place was too isolated for them.” He walked away from me and gripped the edge of the railing. He paused, looking a little pale.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, moving closer to him. He’d driven all night and all I’d thought about was me.
“We’ll have dinner in town.” He perked up. “Tomorrow, after you’ve rested, we’ll start your training.” He put an arm around my shoulders. “I want us to get to the place where you know me. You feel safe with me. Where you’ll do anything I ask of you.”
“Do you think the men back at the house will try to find me?”
“They might.” He lips curved into a smile. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I slept on the flight over.” And then it hit me. “I don’t even know where we are.”
“Le Harve. Come let me show you the town.”
We made our way to the front of the house and climbed back into his black Lamborghini. We drove into the pretty village and I was mesmerized by the historical architecture, the foreign looking cars and the quaint stores.
We parked outside a food market and headed on in, holding hands.
“What do you do for a living?” I asked. “I mean really?”
