“That’s not what you said last time I spoke German in bed.”
André lowered his lips to hers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
They were a mere inch away from kissing – probably with tongue, because André could never help himself – when a shell bounced off his blond hair and an irate grade schooler kicked sand at her little brother.
“They’re kissing again!” Daniela shoutedto the nanny. “Make them stop!”
“You’ll understand one day, my little pumpkin.” André leaped up and swept his daughter into his arms. “To be continued later, Madame Dubois,” he said to Valeska before dragging Daniela halfway to the surf. She shouted in glee while Thomas continued to search for shells and Bridget asked for a break.
Ten years ago, Valeska would have never guessed this would beher married life now. Every so often she remembered sitting in that Monegasque restaurant, meeting her future husband for the first time.If only I had known how much he already adored me.
She could have gone on with her life waiting for a love match. Yet she had chosen to marry André Dubois, hadn’t she? Because she thought it was best for her family – because somehow she knew it was best forher.
Never have I ever dreamed of a life like this.She laughed when her daughter erupted from the surf and her father pretended to be horrified at the seaweed clinging to her skin.Never did I think I’d have a husband who loved me so much.
She told André that when they went to dinner that night. The kiss he gave her was strong enough to knock the stars out of the night sky.
THE END
