French Wanker - Victoria Pinder Page 0,46
here.
Maybe next time I thought about buying anything, I’d not rush into a life I wasn’t ready for.
Or I could fly into Quentin’s arms and never leave again.
I liked the second option better, but there was a lesson in this house.
I reached for my bag but then heard another knock. “Someone’s at the door again.”
Sabrina glowered. “Seriously? We told him to get lost.”
I squared my shoulders and walked back to the door. My heart beat faster this time like I needed adrenaline to scream, but then as I flung open the door, I stared into the right brown eyes. “Quentin.”
He took a step in, and once again my body melted. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
I’d pictured going to him a million ways, but him showing up in Pittsburgh somehow made him more real.
I couldn’t look away, even though there was a slight burst of my bubble when Sabrina called out, “Guess the trip is canceled!”
My bare house wasn’t something I expected to discuss. I rubbed my temples and waved behind me to my best friend. “Quentin, this is Sabrina.”
He shook her hand, and I looped my arms around his forearm. He glanced at me. “Can I have a minute alone with you?”
We had the same thoughts. I nodded and pointed to the steps. “Yes. Of course. Come upstairs.”
Sabrina headed in, hopefully, to drink her coffee and wait so we could sort out what happened.
I was aware Quentin was behind me though, and my hips swung a little more.
My mind couldn’t place why he’d be here, though. I was in a haze as I guided him to my bedroom that didn’t have a bed anymore as I’d given every piece of furniture to charity this morning.
He closed the door and awareness rushed through me of him. I swallowed. “Kara, I bought a practice in Saint-Cyr-sur-Mer.”
That explained nothing, but I was trembling on the inside. I rocked a little but stared up at him. “Quentin, I was about to fly to France and find you.”
He took my hands, and there it was. My nerve endings sparked into my soul, and I knew I needed to tell him everything.
“You were?”
A tear escaped my eye. He was here, and that was all that should matter. “You can say no, but I wanted to tell you…”
I love you.
The words didn’t come easy; I wasn’t sure I should love him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I flew to Pittsburgh to tell you I love you and want you with me. I don’t think my license transfers to the American system as easily.”
He loved me? Every cell in my body jumped. I’d absolutely not take him from his world, and I shouted, “No!”
“I misunderstood,” he said and let me go.
I tugged his belt loop. I let him think the wrong thing and needed to fix that, too. I clearly couldn’t think near him. “I was fast. I meant I’ll move with you. There is nothing here to keep me. I already sold everything to have a chance and tell you I’m not worthy, but I want to be.”
His face turned red, but he held me again. “Not worthy?”
“I choose the wrong men and bad careers.”
“Kara, you’re perfect for me. I’d never been myself, except with you.”
“Me too. I finished sorting out my life, and I realized I was a coward who hadn’t let her heart decide. I’m done now. I had more stuff than I expected, and it was cheaper to just buy another ticket.”
Stop rambling! I laughed, and that didn’t help as he stared at me confused.
His lips lowered to mine. “So, will you marry me?”
I closed my eyes. “Yes. I love you and want to marry you, if that’s what you want.”
“I want. I love you, too,” he said, and then his lips met mine.
My hands wrapped in his thick dark hair, and I knew I was with the right man.
No one else had ever made me have chills rushing in my veins.
As the kiss ended, I rested my head on his shoulder. I wasn’t ready to let him go, but the air of the drafty house calmed me down. “Come. Let’s go tell Sabrina the trip is off?”
He didn’t let me go right away, and I had butterflies in my stomach. “You said you’d move to France and build a life there?”
This was crazy, but my dream of him was coming true. “Yes, but you’ll have to teach me French. I took Spanish in high school, not that I remember anything. And