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  55. THANK YOU!
  56. MORE FROM VICTORIA WALTERS
  57. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  58. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  59. ALSO BY VICTORIA WALTERS
  60. Boldwood Ever After
  61. About Boldwood Books

Jake leaned over me and gave me a soft kiss. ‘I love you, Freya.’

I reached up to touch his cheek. ‘I love you too, Jake.’

‘Every love story I write from now on will be inspired by you,’ he said.

‘Ours is the best love story I’ve ever read,’ I replied, pulling him down on top of me, our lips finding each other like they should have never been apart.

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The Paris Chapter

Chapter One

I weaved through the passengers, my suitcase squeaking as I walked towards the waiting Eurostar train, wondering why I had let my best friend Carly talk me into this.

I had only made the final decision to come this morning, so I hoped I’d remembered to pack everything I needed. After leaving without it, I had rushed back to my flat to grab my passport, but I had made it and before I could chicken out, I climbed onto the train and found my seat, stowing my case nearby.

As I collapsed into the seat, I had a moment of thinking that what I was doing was a stupid idea and would never work in a million years. I wondered if it was too late to get off the train and run back home, but then the doors closed.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. As we moved away from St Pancras towards Paris, all I could do was hope that this trip would be the healing balm I desperately needed it to be. Because my career, and all future happiness, depended on it.

No pressure or anything, Paris.

I hadn’t been to Paris before and never expected to be going there solo today. I rested my head against the back of the seat with a sigh. The conversation I’d had with Carly two days ago flashed back through my mind.