One Winter Weekend

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

H ad it all been a wonderful dream? Emily questioned as she rolled over in bed the following morning.

The sun was shining in through the hotel window, letting her know that the morning was now well into the day.

Had her meeting with Patrick Wilde been real?

She reached over to the bedside table for her phone, a small card slipping out from within the case as she opened it. There in stylised black writing, was Patrick’s name, office information and mobile number, and on the back his home number.

It had been real.

She clutched the tiny piece of card in her hand and held it to her chest, as a flood of emotions swept through her. Could it be that she was getting a second chance with her first love? Was Tom’s wife right and had the City of Love, brought love to her?

“I should call him,” she said to herself, springing up in bed. “No, it would be too soon. You’d look desperate,” she countered then, putting the card on her lap and looking down at it. She’d wait at least another day, which was enough time to remove any sign of desperation on her part.

It was a respectable time frame, she told herself as she hoped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Paris had lots more to offer, and she wasn’t going to see it from her suite.

Half an hour later she was headed downstairs. She’d slept in so late that breakfast was more than likely over, which meant she’d have to find someplace else to eat.

She wasn’t ready for lunch yet, and she had a craving for croissants or even a crêpe. She had just collected her coat when the in-room phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered, and was greeted by Angelique’s distinct cadence, informing her that there was someone downstairs waiting for her, a Mr. Wilde.

Patrick - here - now?

Emily’s heart felt as if it would leap from her chest the moment she heard his name. She couldn’t help but think of what his presence at her hotel meant, when she’d been scolding herself for potentially acting desperate by calling him.

Her step was just a little quicker as she left her room for the elevator, informing Angelique to ensure that Patrick knew she’d be right down.