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I blinked in awe as Hunter asked the attendant for two tickets in flawless French. It was true what they say–French was definitely one of the sexiest languages in the world, because somehow Hunter had become even more attractive. I didn’t understand a word he said, but when he reached for his wallet, I gently shoved him aside and handed over my card. I wasn’t about to let him pay for us when the trip to the Eiffel Tower had been my idea. Besides, my mom’s lawyer had reached out to me just before Christmas and had informed me that she had left me all her money. Because my dad hadn’t allowed her to work anymore, it wasn’t much, but it was enough that I could have a good trip in Paris and still have some left over. I was surprised she even had her own account with how controlling my father