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Asshole?Yes.
Stuck on myself?No.
And what had happened to that sweet woman Kaleb had urged me to meet?
I forced myself to forget the whole incident as I walked back into the kitchen but didn’t quite succeed as I eyed the empty glass on the island.
Shelby Remington was drop-dead gorgeous and obviously talented, but probably not quite as sweet as her cousin had always thought she was, after all.
Savannah
Paris, France
Two Weeks Later…
Itook a sip of my morning coffee, completely enamored with the view from the balcony of Chase’s luxurious home in Paris. It was a split-level apartment at the edge of Champ de Mars with nearly every convenience he had in his house in La Jolla.
I smiled as I surveyed the Eiffel Tower, which we’d just toured yesterday. It had been our first day here in Paris, and we still had over a week in France before we were going to return to San Diego.
We wouldn’t hit everything that he wanted to show me in the country he referred to as his second home, but he’d assured me that we’d be back in the not-so-distant future.
Chase and I had been touring Europe for the last two weeks, and it was nothing like my hurried visits to those locations previously. Our accommodations had all been over the top, just like this Paris location. It seemed that my husband owned a ridiculously grand home in almost every major country in Europe.
Not that I was complaining.
After all, I’d gotten to stay in a few of them already, not to mention flying from place to place in his private jet.
The best part of this honeymoon, however, was the man sitting across from me at the small outdoor table.
I still couldn’t quite believe that I was Chase Durand’s wife.
If someone had told me that I’d be on my honeymoon with Chase Durand a year ago, I would have told them they were crazy.
But here I was, wedded to the guy I’d always wanted but had never in my wildest dreams imagined marrying.
And could the nuptials be anything else but dreamlike with my quality loving groom?
Of course they weren’t, even if we’d only had a limited amount of time to make the arrangements.
As promised, Chase had helped with the wedding. For the most part, he’d let me plan most of the details with my preferences so everything was the way I wanted it. But he’d been responsible for the venues and food, which had made my responsibilities lighter.
We’d been married at an amazing location with glorious ocean views in Del Mar, which was followed by a beautiful reception at Wyatt’s stunning waterfront home.
Torie had been my maid of honor, and Wyatt had stood up for Chase as his best man.
I’d gotten to know and adore Taylor and Harlow because they’d both insisted on helping with the wedding, a gesture I’d appreciated since both of them had recently married themselves.
I had no idea how Chase had convinced Wyatt to let us use his home for the reception, but I’d always be grateful since it had turned out to be the perfect setting.
My entire wedding dayhadbeen like a fairy tale, but small enough and intimate enough that I’d have memories of that day that I’d cherish forever.
I sighed as I picked up the chocolate croissant on my plate and took a large bite.
The last few months had been the happiest of my life, and I had no doubt that feeling was going to last a lifetime because I was married to the most amazing guy on the planet.
I savored the taste of the pastry as I chewed, reminding myself that I’d better watch just how many French pastries I consumed since I’d just taken off the last of my stress eating pounds shortly before the wedding.
Axel had slimmed down a little, too, since he’d stopped sympathy eating with me, but we’d taken long walks instead, so he hadn’t really missed the extra cookiesall that much.
