CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
We’d finished dinner and still he hadn’t answered my question. I couldn’t just buy his word that he was only here for an apology dinner. The guy flew all the way to Paris and that was the part that made it unbelievable.
“Shall we?” He rose up from his seat.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I questioned, remaining seated.
“The night is pretty, Hernandez. How about a walk, huh?” He pushed his hands inside his pant’s pockets, gazing at me like I just hadn’t asked him a serious question.
I rose up,” I’m not doing this with you. Its either you answer me or we are done here,”
I matched outside, the cold evening air instantly hitting my face. Damn, it must have been so warm inside for me to feel this cold. I pushed my palms inside my coat pockets, moving to the sidewalk a
