“He plagiarized you.” I let out a breath. “Comment peux-tu le dire?” How can you tell? “Who riles her to a new, confounding degree?” she repeats. “Only you would say that…and maybe me.” I kiss her cheek and wrap my arms tighter around her waist. She eases back into me. He can’t come between us.
TO BE LOVED IS TO BE SEEN AND KNOWN
