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From French Kiss To Father – Annie Claydon

Celeste was getting to know Luc and they were becoming firm friends. He didn’t spoil her with endless presents, but always brought something he thought she might like. He handed a selection of fruit over to Nathalie for everyone to enjoy, which meant that Celeste got her first taste of sweet apricots.
And he always had something in his pocket, like the bubble- blowing kit, which he entrusted to Henri’s care as they all sat in the garden together. But Monday was going to be for just the three of them. Luc arrived at eight in the morning, and he and Nathalie swapped car keys. ‘I have the convertible, Henri!’ Nathalie danced around the kitchen. ‘And I may not give it back…’ Luc chuckled at her delight. He had Nathalie’s compact SUV, which had a child seat and a boot roomy enough for a folded pushchair, and clearly felt he’d done better from the bargain.
As soon as they entered the zoo, Celeste was in explorer mode, stretching in the pushchair to see around her. Luc was looking down at her, his brow creased. ‘May I take her out of the pushchair and carry her? She’ll be able to see better.’ ‘Why don’t you ask her?’ He smiled, squatting down next to the pushchair and leaning forward.
‘How do you feel about biodiversity and animal welfare, Celeste?’ Celeste wriggled in her pushchair holding her arms out towards him, and Luc grinned. ‘Okay. We’ll talk about that a bit more later.’ He loosened the harness, lifting her up in his arms, and Celeste babbled with joy, twisting around to take everything in. ‘How do you feel about a baby carrier?’
Luc was going to get an elbow in the eye any minute now. ‘Shouldn’t you ask her?’ He grinned, jiggling Celeste up and down to calm her. ‘No, it’s your decision whether you think you can carry a wriggling toddler around all morning. It’s not bright pink, by the way…’ ‘Shame. Although that does sound like a plan.’ Luc submitted to the process of loosening and tightening straps, until Celeste was secured firmly to his chest in the carrier, still waving her arms and pointing.
“Your French has improved since I saw you last.” “When I knew I was coming here, I got an app that’s supposed to teach you French in 90 days. That gave me the basics, but actually watching a French cop show on TV with the subtitles on was pretty useful.” Luc chuckled. “Yeah, I can see that.
There’s nothing like hearing a language spoken to become fluent. So you could arrest me in French, if you put your mind to it?” Pearl couldn’t help laughing. However hard she tried to fight it, Luc was the nicest guy she’d ever met. And if he wasn’t thinking about what they might do together with a pair of handcuffs… This would ease. She’d be able to look at him without her thoughts melting into a sweet mess of memories of what Luc could do to her, and what she’d done to him.
She had to, for their daughter’s sake. OceanofPDF.com Dear Reader, I guess that most of us have a Happy Place. Maybe it’s somewhere we can return to, or perhaps it only lives on in our memories. But it’s there, waiting for us when we want it. Not just somewhere to run when times are bad, but a place to enjoy at any time. Mine is…well, I’m not going to tell you. Because another thing about a Happy Place is that it needn’t be grand or even beautiful, and there are no explanations needed.
It just is for reasons that belong to us alone. Luc and Pearl each have their Happy Places, which have become unusually important to them. But will clinging to their memories—both good and bad—stop them from making new lives and new memories? Thank you for reading Luc and Pearl’s story. I wanted so badly to give them a happy ending after all they’ve been through, and to share it with you!
Annie x OceanofPDF.com From French Kiss To Father Annie Claydon OceanofPDF.com NOTE TO READERS This ebook contains the following accessibility features which, if supported by your device, can be accessed via your ereader/accessibility settings: Change of font size and line height Change of background and font colours Change of font Change justification Text to speech Page numbers taken from the following print edition: ISBN 9781335993571 OceanofPDF.com Cursed with a poor sense of direction and a propensity to read, Annie Claydon spent much of her childhood lost in books.
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