Chapitre 38: Chapter 38

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I called Tim the next day and explained the situation.

“Who’s Le Roi this year?”

“Charlemagne.”

“I don’t know the name.”

“He came in after you’d left.”

“Do I detect a note of dislike?”

I should have known he would pick up on it. “Tim, he’s one of the handsomest men in town, period, full stop. The first time I saw him”—I wasn’t going to mince matters. “I wanted him. And I was flattered that he wanted me. The thing is, he felt the same way—that I should be flattered because he wanted me.”

“He doesn’t think much of himself, does he?”

“You’ve got that right. Anyway, I realized I’d made a mistake and left as soon as I could.”No way could I tell Tim that Charles had told me to find my own way out. “He called a few days later, said he wanted to see me again.”

“And you turned him down.”