“I don’t mean to put you on the spot. I just think we should talk about it a little. Have an exploratory conversation of the possibilities.”

“How about you?” The relaxed expression she sported while massaging my feet earlier has disappeared from her face.

“Me?” I send her a smile. “I can barely stand the thought of going back to Sydney.”

“That’s settled then.” She smiles back unconvincingly.

“I miss my friends and I miss work, which is not unusual. I always get an itch to go back to work around mid-August. It has become my natural rhythm. But my life was pretty much in shambles when I met you. My relationship had blown up. I was ready to put my house on the market and move to another part of town. I don’t have children. What I do have, however, is a job I love. A position in which a lot of other people rely on me. That’s something I could never just walk away from.”

“I get that.”

“What could I possibly ever do in Paris that could give me equal satisfaction? I barely speak the language. And I need to work, need to do something. Preferably something like I’ve been doing for the past decade.”

“There are options. I have connections. We could figure something out.”

I knit my eyebrows together. “A weekly prime time spot on national television is not easy to come by. I worked my ass off for that spot. If I were to leave Australia, I would give up everything I worked for. And I’m not saying I’m not willing to sacrifice for love, for you and us, because I am, but it’s worth taking a moment to consider what it will do to me. As you might have noticed the past six weeks, I’m not exactly hausfrau material.”

Camille nods, then says, “If I understand correctly, because I don’t want to make assumptions, you would be willing to move to Paris for me, if you could find a fulfilling job?” She tilts her head, hope shimmering in her eyes.

I think about this for a while. Although it is the logical conclusion of everything I’ve just said—of all the thoughts that have been swirling in the back and then the front of my brain for days, even weeks—it does give me pause. “I guess that is what I’m saying.”

“We have international news agencies in Paris. Let me ask around if any jobs are opening up for someone of your caliber. This is a pretty worldly city, after all.”

“I did have an idea. Not for a job, but something that could earn me a working trip to Paris, but I may need your help.”

“Tell me.” I can see her perk up.

“I would love to interview Steph for my show. She is such an interesting woman.”