Regret changed nothing. I had no choice but to trust him now. We were linked irrevocably.I would’ve scowled too if my husband had more lovers than fingers and toes-not that I ever planned to have a husband.I like you, Ansel, but this had better be something good. Emilie and Alexandre just had a moment, and I swear if they don’t kiss, I will literally die.“Do you promise to behave yourself?” “Of course not. That would ruin the fun.”She finally swallowed. Licked her fingers with a reverence that belonged in Mass. No-with a reverence that most definitely did not belong in Mass.Would my soul remember him?Where you go, I will go.