A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) by Fifi Flowers Read Free Book Online Page B

right, but I was almost positive
he said, “Je t'aime, cherie.” Or maybe that's what I would like to hear. That
was definitely something I would say to him.
     
     

     
     
    Evan…
     
    I JUST TOLD Melissa I loved her in
French. What made me say that? Was it just in the heat of the moment? Was I
falling in love with her? I'd never told a woman “I love you” in English, let
alone French.
    “Excuse me, monsieur. Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but
are you ready for some breakfast because I need some coffee. Let me get
dressed, and I'll fix us something yummy to eat.”
    “You look fabulous naked, bébé.”
    Wiggling against my body, she inquired with a smile, “You
want me to be the naked chef?”
    “Works for me,” I moaned.
    Slipping off my lap, Melissa put her dressing gown back on
and ran to the kitchen before I had a chance to pick her up and carry her
again. “You can't get away from me, bébé.”
    I will never let her go.
     
     

     
     
    Melissa…
     
    I GOT EVERYTHING out to make
breakfast and started boiling water in the tea kettle to make French press
coffee. I noticed Evan was looking around the kitchen. He appeared deep in
thought. I licked my lips looking at him, thinking how hot he looked sitting in
my kitchen.
    “Bébé, I want to ask you some questions about the
apartment.”
    Hearing he wanted to talk about the apartment, the whisk I
was using to beat the eggs slipped from my hand, sending some of the eggs over
the side of the bowl. With shaking hands, I reached for a towel, thankful for
the momentary distraction I had created. As the emotional walls came up in
anticipation of his questions, I kept my eyes and my mind focused on cleaning.
    “Yesterday I was looking around and noticed there are very
few things that reflect you.”
    Quietly, I finished making coffee and poured two cups. I
handed one to Evan and just looked at him.
    “Bébé, I don't mean to upset you. I guess I'm curious if you
plan on staying here, or is this just temporary until you're ready to move on?”
    I looked into his questioning eyes and wondered. Did I want
to open myself up completely to him on our last day together? I decided
to keep it simple and stated the facts, first taking a deep breath, “My parents
purchased this place and had some renovations done. Their next step was
furnishing the place after the first of the year. As you know, they died the
day after Christmas.”
    I stopped for a moment to collect myself as Evan placed his
hand over mine and squeezed it. I pulled it away, unsure of myself and where
this conversation was going.
    Taking a breath, I continued, “When I met with the attorney
for my parents’ estate they informed me I was their sole heir. In accordance to
my parents' trust, everything was automatically paid in full including this
apartment. They had planned to sell their house upstate once they moved, but
since I had no desire to keep the house I grew up in, I came here. My childhood
home had too many memories, and I thought this would be better for me.”
    Pausing, I took a couple sips of coffee. Evan moved closer
to me, but I put up a hand to let him know not to touch me. I knew if he
touched me I would fall apart.
    “I contacted an auction house, hired a real estate agent and
a personal assistant and together they all took care of selling everything. I
only kept photographs and a few personal items.”
    I took yet another deep breath and went on.” I was in the process
of looking for an apartment in the city, so I figured I would stay in the
apartment until I found something. I hired my mother's interior designer to
find the basics for me. Once I moved in, it felt right to stay. My parents
never lived here so there were no memories. It felt like I was still connected
to them without constant reminders. That probably doesn't really make sense,
and maybe it sounds a little crazy.” I let out a nervous laugh, deciding I had
said enough.
    Evan took my laugh as an invitation, and