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the magnitude of all that had unfolded yesterday flooded back to him, answering his question.
    As she looked up at him, she bit down on her lower lip, and a silent understanding seemed to pass between them. Neither of them knew what they were doing. Though she seemed to be a hell of a lot better at it than he was.
    â€œLook, it’s cold out here, and I should get him inside. The best thing for him would be to take him back to the hotel. He missed his nap this morning, and he’s overtired. Would you like to walk back with us?”
    â€œSure. Would you like to take a car rather than walk?”
    â€œIf he’ll stay asleep when I put him in his stroller, it would probably be easier to walk. The hotel isn’t far.”
    Liam stayed sound asleep after Julianne laid him down. As Alex watched her cover the boywith blankets, tucking him in all snug and warm, a powerful emotion washed over Alex. He knew in an instant that his life had just changed.
    Irrevocably.

Chapter Three
    â€œI s this your first trip to Paris?” Alex asked Julianne as they made their way along the Boulevard St. Michel toward Julianne’s hotel.
    She was relieved that Liam had stayed asleep when she’d placed him in his stroller. Even though it was cold, the baby was warm and comfortable. Julianne wanted to walk back to the hotel rather than ride the short distance so that she could get some much-needed exercise. She’d been cooped up indoors for rehearsals and hadn’t had a chance to soak up much of Paris. To be honest, she realized as she walked, she wanted more time to talk to Alex—to get to know him—er—Liam’sfather—because they’d have so little time together before she and the boy returned home.
    â€œYes, it’s my first time here,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to visit, but until this trip, the opportunity never presented itself.”
    He shot her a sidelong glance and a charming smile that made her a little nervous. A fun kind of butterfly-nervous that she didn’t understand. Maybe it was being in Paris, or more realistically, maybe it was because Alex Lejardin had proven himself to be a different man than the self-involved cad she’d thought he was before she met him yesterday.
    She offered him a shy smile and looked away, training her gaze on the storefront windows as she pushed the stroller along the sidewalk. The windows felt like a safe place to keep her gaze. Even though she could see his rolling reflection as it jumped from window to window as they walked by, sometimes their images made eye contact in the glass. He would smile or make a face and she would laugh—who knew he could be so funny? Other times he’d be looking straight ahead. When he wasn’t looking at her, it would spark a strange disappointment that was equally gripping and unfamiliar.
    If she didn’t know better, it almost felt as though Alex Lejardin was flirting with her. Harmlessly.Nothing sleazy or suggestive. Just simple ooo-la-la, man-to-woman attention that threw her off kilter and reminded her that she was a woman who was tempted to flirt back.
    And wasn’t that just like a Frenchman?
    But her flirting muscles were terribly out of shape because she’d had no reason to exercise them in ages. So she stuck to the reflective “window flirting” until, as they passed a cute little dress shop, Julianne could’ve sworn she saw the Men in Black—the guys from the park—reflected in the shop window. A startled jolt shot through her. She stopped and whipped her head around to look for them.
    But they weren’t there.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Alex asked.
    â€œNothing.” As she stood there, she did a slow, sweeping scan of the wide street that was teeming with pedestrians and cars. It would’ve been easy for the Men in Black to get lost in the crowd. “Well, actually, strangely enough, I thought I saw