Chapter 8Thursday evening, three weeks later
They got into the house, and Rémy was there in the foyer waiting. “Ian, go shower and change, since it’s Marie Claire’s day off, I’ve ordered pizza from Joe’s. Armand says they’re the best in the Village. The pizza will be here in thirty minutes, so hustle.”
Ian hadn’t had pizza in so long—he could actually taste the thin crust, marinara sauce, and melting cheese as he ran up the stairs. He was showered, changed, and downstairs in twenty minutes.
Rémy was waiting for him on the second floor landing. Ian was so excited, he was bubbling over. “Does the pizza have thin crust?”
“Yes, it does, just how I like it.” Rémy laughed, his baby was trying not to hop around like a jack rabbit. They started down the stairs.
“What did you get on it?” Ian a
