Falling For Her French Tycoon (Escape To Provence 1)

“Two days. We’ll eat dinner en route. I own an apartment there where we can be private and make plans for our future.”

She let out a squeal of joy. “I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“Before I met you, I didn’t believe in dreams and planned to go back to Paris.”

Nathalie gazed at him in alarm. “When?”

“Once the harvest was over. My father has recovered and I had no desire to remain on the estate any longer. In fact, the morning I had to help do Etienne’s job at the tent, I was already making plans to leave for good. And then you sat down in front of me, and every coherent thought left my mind but one. Who was this gorgeous creature who’d come out of nowhere? Suddenly the idea of leaving Vence held no appeal. That was longest weekend of my life waiting for Monday to roll around so I could talk to you. Until I saw you, I’d been holding my breath for fear you’d changed your mind and wouldn’t come.”

She leaned closer and put her hand on the back of his neck. “There was no chance of that, mon amour, not after meeting the most exciting man to ever come into my life. Whether you were Antoinette’s lover or not, I knew I had to see you again and get to know you no matter how brazen I was. I had no willpower where you were concerned.”

He reached for her hand and kissed the palm. “We were meant to be, Nathalie. Whatever life has in store for us, we’ll face it together.” They’d reached the Nice airport and he drove to the private jet section where his jet stood on the tarmac.

Dominic looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?”

“I was ready the moment our gazes collided beneath the tent,” her voice trembled. “It was like falling into space, and you were there to catch me. Don’t ever let me go.”

“As if I could. You’re my heart.”

“And you are mine. Forever.”

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