When he climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door, he smiled over at me. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. “So, you’re really happy to be home? You didn’t fall for some French guy when you were there?” I hesitated as I dropped my gaze. “You weren’t supposed to find out about Jacque.” He laughed but then his expression stilled. “What?” I swatted his arm. “I’m joking. I thought about you and missed you the entire time.”
