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“Yeah, sure, the cars are still unloading from the train, but hurry. You could wait; there is a bathroom on the train,” David informed her.

“Toilet, don’t you mean, you Yank?” Penny corrected him as she dived out of the car.

“Tomaato, tomato,” he yelled back.

She grabbed two takeaway cappuccinos after visiting the restroom. Heading back to the car, she saw the vehicles in row A were moving.

“Good timing, and you read my mind about coffee too!”

They drove in a slow crocodile down the ramp and onto the train. There were five cars in their compartment. Once their level was loaded, all the compartment doors closed. Penny read aloud the lines of text that repeated on the illuminated information screen up front.

“Shut off engine. Put car into gear. Lower all windows to at least halfway. Oh, it is all in French now,” she said in surprise. “Are we going to Paris?” she asked, turning to face David excitedly. He grinned.

“Yup, I guess there’s no point in hiding it any longer, I booked us a romantic week in Paris, staying in a luxurious hotel.”

“Oh, my God, Paris?” she squealed.

“Yup, only the best for my baby. An excessively grown-up hotel with sumptuously designed rooms, it is a gorgeous hotel, you’re sure to love staying there.”

“Is it near all the sights?”

“Not all, no, but it’s very well situated on the Place Vendôme, which has long been the glittering centre of Paris. Did you know that The Ritz’s long-time resident, Coco Chanel, designed the first octagonal stopper for Chanel N°5 to mirror the hotel’s geometry? You’ll love the fact that within five minutes’ walk you can lose yourself amid the boutiques of Rue Saint-Honoré, the colonnades of the Palais Royal, and the shady pathways of the Tuileries. See, I’ve done my homework.”

“Oh, David, I am beyond excited, thank you!”

“If we decide to go to the Madeleine or the Tuileries, they are all within a five-minute walk.”

“What about the Eiffel Tower?” she asked.

“Easy. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything, I have it all planned out!”

Penny drummed her feet on the floor of the car. “I am so excited I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like Tigger; I need to bounce!” she cried.

He laughed. “Mind the coffee, Tigger!” he warned.

She giggled. “This is so much fun! I can’t remember being this happy in a while.”

His face sobered. “I’m sorry.”

She immediately felt guilty for spoiling the atmosphere. “No, no, it’s not your fault. Look, let’s just enjoy this trip and set aside everything that’s happened.” She leant in and kissed his cheek. As she drew away his hand caught her chin. He looked her in the eye.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that?” he told her gruffly.

“I love you too,” she replied softly. He kissed her full on the mouth. She pulled away as a familiar tingling perked her nipples to hard points and the tingle turned her crotch damp. Heat flushed up from her neck.

“This is going to be a fabulous second honeymoon. I just hope we leave enough time for sightseeing.” He winked at her. Heat escalated around her whole body at his meaning.

They arrived in France surprisingly fast and drove off the train in a similar crocodile of cars, winding through the area until they picked up the A16 to Paris. After a quick stop at a garage for petrol and a comfort stop, they made good time, chatting and singing along to the music. Once they hit theroute peripheriquearound Paris, Penny fell silent, allowing David to concentrate.

The four-lane motorway was extremely busy. They needed to look out for their turnings, which came up fast. Penny found the unfamiliar road signs confusing.

“Thank God for GPS,” David muttered, taking an exit.

Penny sighed with relief when they finally arrived; she felt slightly frazzled after the Paris traffic but once parked and out of the car, she relaxed.

“I can’t believe we are here!” she exclaimed. “Where are we staying?”

“Right here!” David swept his arm out and she turned to look.

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