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I know Phillippe , but after that tense brunch, I really wanted to be alone I was afraid to speak, thinking ate

He reached over, lifted my hand and kissed it “What’s on your mind?”

Crap! I have two choices, either lie and say nothing or tell the truth about rateful for lasses so he couldn’t read the look on“Uhm…”

He squeezed ht it would be”

Was he at the same brunch I was, because the tension level was insane “Is that what you think?”

“Mon amour, I’m sorry, I tried to be…”

“It wasn’t you It was my mother” I still couldn’t look at him “I don’t knohy she was so…”

“Rude…insolent…distant…cold…”

I turned to face him “Really?”

“I’ ‘Oh, damn’”

“She didn’t!” It orse than I had iined “Are you sure you heard her correctly?”

“Oui”

He pulled over to the curb, turned the car off, and re Every time I look at hieous lasses He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against th of my body When he pulled back, I slowly opened h half opened eyes

“Uhm…”

“I don’t want you worrying about me and your mother”