Chapter 44
New People
(Maya’s POV)
The café near the Louvre was busier than I expected for a weekday afternoon. The clinking of cutlery and the murmur of voices rose and fell around us, but I barely noticed because Jamie was already chattering away. His small hands gripped the edge of the table as he leaned forward, eyes sparkling in that way he had whenever he was fascinated by something or in this case, someone.
The someone happened to be Isla and Stella, the two young women who had nearly knocked us over with their SUV earlier. They sat across from him, smiling brightly as if they had known him for years instead of minutes.
“You like soccer?” Jamie asked, his voice pitched with excitement.
“Football,” Isla corrected gently, her accent lilting in a way that was clearly American bu
