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“You wanna play?” “Yeah, okay.” I didn’t really but these girls were pretty cute, especially the blonde one. “Throw the rings over the Eiffel tower.” The blonde girl pointed to the miniature Eiffel behind her. “You get a French treat for each one you get over.” Her hand brushed mine as she handed me the rings and I glanced up into stunning blue eyes. She turned away and I traced the shape of her slender body, my eyes lingering on the gentle curves of her hips and butt. I blinked and concentrated on the model Eiffel. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of these girls. I threw the first ring and got it over. Both girls cheered and I almost laughed at their enthusiasm. I tried to focus again but was too hurried this time and missed. “Ohhh that was close.” “Come on, you can do it.” I threw the last ring and the girls cheered again. I couldn’t help but grin at them. I wondered what my French treat would be. A French kiss? The dark-haired girl held up a tray with some kind of tart on it and a bread stick with a French flag toothpick stuck through it. “You made these?” “Yeah.” She smiled. “Mmm ... it’s good.” I stood there eating, not wanting to move away. “So ... how come you’re doing this beach festival?” “It’s a camp activity. It was Lizzie’s idea to do a taste of Paris.” The blonde girl glanced at her friend then smiled at me with such natural ease, her pretty face blooming into beautiful. “That’

CHAPTER ONE “You wanna play?” “Yeah, okay.” I didn’t really but these girls were pretty cute, especially the blonde one. “Throw the rings over the Eiffel tower.” The blonde girl pointed to the miniature Eiffel behind her. “You get a French treat for each one you get over.” Her hand brushed mine as she handed me the rings and I glanced up into stunning blue eyes. She turned away and I traced the shape of her slender body, my eyes lingering on the gentle curves of her hips and butt. I blinked and concentrated on the model Eiffel. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of these girls. I threw the first ring and got it over. Both girls cheered and I almost laughed at their enthusiasm. I tried to focus again but was too hurried this time and missed. “Ohhh that was close.” “Come on, you can do it.” I threw the last ring and the girls cheered again. I couldn’t help but grin at them. I wondered what my French treat would be. A French kiss? The dark-haired girl held up a tray with some kind of tart on it and a bread stick with a French flag toothpick stuck through it. “You made these?” “Yeah.” She smiled. “Mmm ... it’s good.” I stood there eating, not wanting to move away. “So ... how come you’re doing this beach festival?” “It’s a camp activity. It was Lizzie’s idea to do a taste of Paris.” The blonde girl glanced at her friend then smiled at me with such natural ease, her pretty face blooming into beautiful

CHAPTER ONE “You wanna play?” “Yeah, okay.” I didn’t really but these girls were pretty cute, especially the blonde one. “Throw the rings over the Eiffel tower.” The blonde girl pointed to the miniature Eiffel behind her. “You get a French treat for each one you get over.” Her hand brushed mine as she handed me the rings and I glanced up into stunning blue eyes. She turned away and I traced the shape of her slender body, my eyes lingering on the gentle curves of her hips and butt. I blinked and concentrated on the model Eiffel. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of these girls. I threw the first ring and got it over. Both girls cheered and I almost laughed at their enthusiasm. I tried to focus again but was too hurried this time and missed. “Ohhh that was close.” “Come on, you can do it.” I threw the last ring and the girls cheered again. I couldn’t help but grin at them. I wondered what my French treat would be. A French kiss? The dark-haired girl held up a tray with some kind of tart on it and a bread stick with a French flag toothpick stuck through it. “You made these?” “Yeah.” She smiled. “Mmm ... it’s good.” I stood there eating, not wanting to move away. “So ... how come you’re doing this beach festival?” “It’s a camp activity. It was Lizzie’s idea to do a taste of Paris.” The blonde girl glanced at her friend then smiled at me with such natural ease, her pretty face blooming into beautiful.