Cassie Graham is living a lost life, when her mother and stepfather are killed in a car accident. Soon she is faced with a choice: sell the restaurant her mother and stepfather worked so hard to make a success or say goodbye her old life for a new one in a small village on the southern coast of France. Soon Cassie is running the restaurant and living a life she never dreamed of. But when a large destination wedding party books the restaurant for a special dinner, Cassie comes face-to-face with Ian Belford, an old flame from college, who left her without a word. Add to the humiliation, he doesn’t remember her. Ian is a national network sports announcer and ex-pro-football star whose life is about as far from her quiet life as possible. So no one is more surprised than Cassie when Ian pops up everywhere she is, flirting, and pursuing her. Resisting him is impossible and soon Cassie is in his arms again. But she is fragile when it comes to love, and vulnerable, unwilling to give her heart when she knows all too well Ian is a lover who leaves.
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The stone walls of this brasserie in my friend Armand’s inn on the southern coast of France reverberated with a cacophony of multilingual chatter. In the background, Édith Piaf’s soulful voice sang a ballad that filtered through the eclectic and sophisticated crowd of tourists and local residents drinking and savoring small bites of French cuisine. Guy, the bartender, mixed drinks and chatted with them from behind the long, sleek, stainless steel bar. He hadn’t heard my request so I leaned in and tried again, a little louder this time.
“Guy. Un martini, s'ilvous plait.”
While Guy mixed my drink, Armand, whose grey hair belied his youthful appearance, walked into the room from the reception area of the inn. Looking trim and dressed with the typical French style of the Côte d’Azur in a fitted navy linen jacket, white Polo shirt, and slim beige chinos, he looked around the brasserie, caught my eye, and waved. As he walked toward me, he stopped to greet a few guests then sat next to me at the bar. We exchanged kisses to each cheek that rested in the air.
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Once outside the inn, I moved to the right until I was out of his line-of-sight and obscured by enough foliage to turn back and watch him. He walked over to the man he called Picard, and by the look on both of their faces they were having a disagreement then they shook hands and joined the others at the table. As he sat, he glanced toward the entrance. I pulled back, turned and leaned against the inn’s stone façade. My head spun, my heart beat too fast—all those years disappeared and the humiliation flooded back
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Already translated.
Translated by Jenny Riemer
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