Chapter 13
Alex sat at the bar of his hotel as he couldn’t sleep. The opulent former mansion was convenient to where they’d parked and he’d booked this hotel in a posh location of Paris to be close to Chelsea and able to walk over if she called him in the middle of the night. Chelsea’s impulsiveness must have rubbed off on him a little. His entire body felt too wound up. Leaving Chelsea at her parents might have been a mistake, but she had to face her past.
He ordered a bottle of cabernet for himself and mused on ways to help Chelsea. Her façade of confidence had fooled him at first, but she’d allowed him to see the vulnerable woman beneath.
He heard an older man’s laugh. At first he was going to ignore it, but then something nudged his subconscious. He swiveled on his barstool and inst
