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“Stay.”

“What?” Isabelle asked, half-dazed by Michel’s touch.

“In Abbeville. Stay with me.” He took her hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Oh, Michel.” He didn’t understand the danger she brought him. He couldn’t, or he’d never have asked her to stay. “I can’t stay.”

“You can stay tomorrow. Promise me that. We’ll take things one day at a time.”

“I wasn’t going to leave tomorrow.”

“Then it will be an easy promise to make.”

It should be easy. It meant she gave up nothing. So why did she have such trouble forming the word? She closed her eyes again.

Warm lips touched her forehead, then her temple. “Yes,” he whispered, his breath tingling her ear.

“Yes.”

“For a week. Stay another week.”

A tear slipped down her cheek. She wanted this life so much, this man so much. “Yes.”

If only she could hold on to him forever.