Page 129 of The Heart You Kept

“Oh my god, he’s on a date?” I glance back at the hotel disappearing. “He’s on a fucking date?”

We cross the road. “Are we having dinner somewhere?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I sigh.

He’s finally single and now he’s going to sleep with her….

“What do you feel like?” he asks as he turns and looks behind us.

“Anything will do at this point.” I shrug. “Arsenic?”

“We’re being followed.”

“What?” I spin around to see the two bodyguards walking behind us. “What the hell?”

“Don’t look back.” He pulls me along.

“Oh my god, why are they following us?”

“To make sure I don’t touch you, I’m assuming.”

“What?” I spin back to see and he turns me back to the front.

“This way.” He opens the door and we walk into a restaurant.

“Bonjour, est-ce que vous auriez une table pour deux ?” (Translation: Good day, do you have a table for two available?)

“Yes, this way.” We follow her inside to a small table for two at the back of the restaurant.

I give a weak smile, grateful to be away from the goons.

The front door opens and the two guards walk in.

“What the hell?” I put the menu up in front of my face. “Should we run?”

“Where are we going to run to?” Thomas sighs as he takes off his jacket and hangs it over the back of his chair. “They’ll just catch us anyway and proceed to cut off my fucking balls.”

I turn and watch them take a seat at a table at the front. “They’re just going to sit there and watch us? I can’t believe this.”

“We’ll just have dinner and call it a night.” Thomas sighs as he opens the menu.

“We’re just going to let him win?” I frown.

“I would like to live a bit longer.” He widens his eyes in jest. “Thank you very much.”

“Wimp.” I open the menu. “What kind of escort are you, this is the perfect time to hang your dick out or something.”

He chuckles. “Charming.”

“Puis-je prendre votre commande,” (Translation: Can I take your order?) the waitress asks.

“I’ll have the pasta please and a glass of red.”

“I’ll have the gnocchi and the same red, make it a bottle,” Thomas says as he closes the menu and passes it back to her, she writes down our order and leaves us alone.

“How the hell did you get mixed up with Edward Prescott?” he asks.

“I don’t even know.” I shrug, my heart is still racing.