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hold jobs though. But then, she’d heard that people overseas started work younger.
    â€œWhere are we going?” she asked when he didn’t elaborate about the car or comment on the cameras.
    â€œI live about fifteen minutes outside of town. We’ll be there shortly.
    â€œSee that valley with the sheep over there?”
    Annie followed his finger to where he pointed. “It’s beautiful.”
    â€œI live about ten kilometers on the other side of it to the east. I have a nice home that’s isolated. I raise horses there.”
    He had to be rich.
    Perhaps he was someone important to Holland. “Do you raise tulips?”
    The man slowly turned his head and stared at her. His gaze met hers and then touched on her features, causing her cheeks to warm.
    Those eyes could hold a person indefinitely. Finally he asked, “Why did you choose Holland to visit?”
    It was said kindly, not condemning or rudely. And she felt he was really interested.
    â€œI’ve heard that it was a beautiful place. I love tulips. And I’ve always wanted to see a windmill.”
    â€œWhy did you pick this town?”
    â€œI asked the travel agent for an out-of-the-way place that would be nice to visit. She said there were some famous people who lived here and they had several tourist attractions. Though it was off the beaten path, Europeans liked to frequent it when they visit, she said.”
    â€œThey do have a nice retreat here,” Victor agreed. “About thirty more kilometers north. And they do have a world-famous poet who lives justdown the road from me. He’s won several honors.”
    They hit a bump, and Annie winced.
    Victor tapped on the window. “Careful, Haufman. Our guest is in pain.”
    â€œYes, sir,” the man replied in broken English.
    â€œHe speaks English too.”
    â€œYes. Since we’re off the main path of tourism you won’t meet as many people who speak the language, but there are some. My staff, some do, though others don’t. Europeans usually speak several languages.”
    â€œDo you speak more than Dutch?”
    She shouldn’t have asked, but then it seemed so natural.
    He nodded his head slightly. “German, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese and a little bit of French, though I understand it much better than I speak it.”
    â€œYou’re kidding.” She gasped.
    â€œI have a knack for languages.”
    She couldn’t believe it. “Wow.”
    â€œYou’ll find other people who speak English at the resort and many of the tourist stores. But they’re in the northern end of town. As I said, you weren’t in a very tourist area. You’re lucky anyone right there could understand you.”
    They turned onto a main road, most likely themain road she’d been heading for. It wasn’t as nice as some she’d driven on in Louisiana but then, there were a few roads in Louisiana that were worse than this as well. This was definitely more populated than the other road. An open market sat on the corner, large and with people hawking their goods. “Oh, look! We have one of those in New Orleans but it’s nothing like this.”
    Victor smiled. “The French Quarter is for show. This one is a working market.”
    â€œYou’ve been to New Orleans?”
    â€œOn several occasions.”
    Victor was an enigma. Annie’s curiosity was running wild.
    â€œI was going to stay at the resort,” she murmured, seeing the buildings they passed. This was definitely not New Orleans.
    â€œI can’t see you staying there,” Victor murmured.
    Suddenly her attention was back on him. How did he manage that? Maybe it was because whenever he spoke it was as if she was hearing a friend. He had a voice that beckoned her to listen.
    His voice and certain moves he made seemed familiar. She felt as if she should know him.
    Embarrassed that she seemed to be imposing her needs here in Holland on