Chapter 6Alain woke with golden sunshine burning through his eyelids. He blinked once and rolled onto his side, burrowing deeper into his pillow. Simon’s guest bed was as comfortable as his back in Paris. It was amazing to think that he’d slept so heavily—
His eyes opened. The light filtering through the curtains was far too bright to be early dawn. If he had to guess, he’d think it was eight or nine.
Reaching for his watch on the nightstand, he had to squint in order to see the time.
Nine-twelve.
Alain frowned. They were supposed to go into the village early.
Why hadn’t Simon wakened him?
Without bothering to get dressed, Alain padded out to the kitchen, to be greeted by the rich scent of brewing coffee. The back door stood wide open, music drifting from the garden.
“Simon?”
“Perf
