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He pulls his gun from where it was wedged between his seat and the door and tucks the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
When he climbs out of the vehicle, he pulls his shirt over the gun to conceal it while glancing around before coming to my side of the SUV to open my door.
“Come, baby,”
“I love hearing those words,” I tease him, but he’s too focused on our surroundings to smile.
He takes my right hand and pulls me close to his side before we walk toward the hotel's entrance. It’s a three-star establishment, and that’s being generous.
Luckily, we won’t be staying here.
Reaching the reception, Max barely glances at the man behind the counter.
“Afternoon, how can I help you?” the man asks with a polite smile.
“Three, seven, six, nine, one,” is all Max says.
The smile drops from the man’s face, and he nods. Reaching beneath the counter, he pulls out a manilla envelope and hands it over.
Max takes the envelope, and without another word, we turn around and leave the hotel.
A smile spreads over my face as we walk to the SUV. “That was so cool. I feel like a spy.”
Max shakes his head, but I notice the corner of his mouth twitching.
Once we’re safely in our vehicle and driving down the road, he says, “Check inside the envelope.”
I tear the side open and take out my passport and a smaller envelope. My name is written on it in Papa’s handwriting.
“Got my passport,” I say while I open the second envelope. I pull out a single piece of paper.
Camille,
I’m so sorry this is happening. I miss you,mon amour.Please know I’ll do everything in my power to make France safe for you again.
I’ve opened an account in your name at St. Monarch’s. Should anything happen to me, Max can help you access the money I’ve placed there for safekeeping.
Please,mon amour, try not to worry.
Keep the following numbers safe: 58962
There’s nothing I love more than you.
Papa.
I don’t realize I’m crying until a tear splats onto the letter. I quickly wipe my cheeks dry and read the words again.
Suddenly Max pulls the SUV over to the side of the road before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
A smile trembles around my lips. “It’s a letter from my father. I just miss him.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead, then says, “You’ll see him soon.”
God, I hope so. As much as I’m enjoying this impromptu vacation with Max, I miss my father terribly.
I have to remember to memorize the number before I burn the letter.
I fold the letter again and tuck it back into the envelope. “Papa said he opened an account at St. Monarch’s for me.”
