Chapter Fourteen *

“Hi, sorry I’m running late,” she said shyly. Creighton’s smile increased, and he shook his head.

“Not a problem. I don’t mind waiting for such a lovely lady. Did you find what you were looking for?”

Her throat was suddenly dry as she looked in those dark-blue eyes.

“Um, not really. I needed a pair of jeans, but I did find some very nice pants, thanks to the clerk.”

“Jeans, eh?” he said and turned to the woman, speaking to her in French.

The clerk smiled, replying in her native language and walked into the back of the store again.

“What did you say to her?” Sandra asked suspiciously.

“I told her you were looking for a pair of jeans. She couldn’t understand what you wanted. Her English isn’t very good. They usually don’t keep the jeans on the rack, but rather in the back room. They have them, but the French are very proud of their fashion designers and don’t usually display simple clothing.”

“Oh,” was about all she could think of saying.

Her thoughts were distracted when the young wo