His Paris Affair (The Albury Affairs)

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that for?”
    “For admitting you do tune me out when I speak.”
    He swept her up in his arms and Melody squealed when he spun

her around then placed her back on her feet a step higher than him and yet she

was still shorter. Her laugh got caught in her throat when she saw the change

from amusement to desire in his eyes as he stared at her lips.
      “Your lips drive

me to distraction. You can’t blame me for being mesmerized by them, imagining

when I get to kiss you next.”
    She licked the said dried lips and swallowed hard when he

leaned down to brush his against hers. “Especially when you do that. Total

distraction,” he breathed seductively against her lips.
    “Ruiz…” she gasped, quietly begging him to kiss her already.
    “All the travel magazines say to fully appreciate the

stained glass windows. They are magical on a sunny day.”
    “Aha,” she responded absently reaching higher on her toes

when it hit her. “Wait, did you just quote me to me?”
    He pressed a quick kiss on her lips and released her. “See,

I do pay attention!”
    They rushed up the steps and into the church to the lower

chapel. They then climbed the narrow winding staircase off to one side of the

lower room to the upper chapel—there wasn’t much to see in the lower chapel

except for the low ceiling and it wasn’t all that interesting in the dark. The

upper chapel had the richest decorations from the floor to the ceiling and

strong vertical emphasis that gave it a sense of weightlessness. And even

though it wasn’t as sunny as she hoped, it was sunny enough to see the magic as

the light played against the stained glass windows.
    “Now that is mesmerizing,” she muttered, moving to stand

under the reflection of the glass so that the colors would fall onto her white

winter jacket.
    Ruiz came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her

mid-section and kissing her cheek. “Come on, there is a lot more to see.”
    There were a number of tourists taking photos and Ruiz,

thank goodness, had remembered to carry a camera. He looked exactly how Melody

would describe a tourist taking photos and paying attention to the discussions

about the Holy Chapel.
    “Hey, come hear this,” he whispered, waving her over to a

plump guy speaking in French accented English about the church.
    He wasn’t saying anything Melody didn’t already know, but

Ruiz was such an excited tourist she didn’t want to ruin it for him. So with a

pleasant smile she joined him on the unsanctioned tour.
    “…it is considered among the highest achievements of the

Rayonnant period of Gothic architecture. It was built under the commission of

Louis the ninth to store over thirty items including his collection of the

Passion Relics that included the image of Edessa and the Crown of Thorns laced

on Jesus Christ’s head on the day of his crucifixion. The crown of Thorns is

considered to be the most important relic from medieval Christendom and Louis

bought it and other relics like it from the Latin emperor Baldwin the second.”
    “He doesn’t mean Aleck Baldwin and no they are not related,”

she whispered to Ruiz and he answered with an elbow to her side when those

around them who heard chuckled.
    The wannabe tour guide glared at her for the interruption

and she smiled back at him. “ Veuillez

continuer —continue please.”
      With a toss of

his head he kept on walking and talking and like a herd of sheep they followed

him. “The Sainte-Chapelle is one of the surviving buildings of the Capetian

royal palace on the Ile de la Cité, and though it was restored in the

nineteenth century after it sustained damages during the French revolution, it

still has one of the most extensive in-situ collections of the thirteenth

century stained glass anywhere in the world.”
    “This guy knows his stuff,” Ruiz whispered down to her.
    “Pft! Please, he’s just regurgitating what he read on

Wikipedia before he came here. I bet he

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