Crêpe Murder: Book 4 (A Patisserie Mystery with Recipes) Read Online Free

you’ve serenaded?” Clémence teased.

    “Hardly. Except once, when I was fifteen. In high school, I brought this girl I was trying to impress home one day and played the song I was learning at the time.”  

    “Was she impressed?”

    “Of course. I got a kiss out of that.”

    “Maybe if I ever get to come over to your house, you can play for me. You know, if our families ever find out we’re dating, and we’re still together by then.”  

    Clémence regretted what came out of her mouth as soon as she said it. Arthur frowned. “Of course we’ll be together. Actually, I wouldn’t mind telling my mother if that’s what you want.”  

    “No. I mean, it’s fine. I like the way it is now. It’s only been two weeks. Why rush things?”  

    He relaxed a bit and hugged her closer. “Okay then. It’s going well, and I don’t want anything to ruin this either. So how did your day go? You went to the art class?”  

    “Yes. I signed up for the semester. I’m looking forward to painting again. I’ve been so busy with work, and all the recent drama has been so stressful. Rose is living in Germany now, and I’m just getting back into the swing of things.”  

    “I’m glad you’re doing something you like again. It would be a nice change if weird things stopped happening in Paris.”  

    Clémence was reminded of Carlos earlier that morning. “Do you know that socialite Sophie Seydoux?”  

    “As a matter of fact I do. She’s a couple of years younger than me, but Theo knows her. They went to the same school together and they’re pretty good friends. I’ve also met Sophie and her sister at various social gatherings, like Theo’s birthday parties. Why do you ask?”  

    “I just saw her at Damour earlier, dining with this guy Carlos.” She told Arthur the whole story about how she knew Carlos. “I can’t believe I traveled with him for almost two weeks without finding out more about him. I don’t even know his last name.”  

    “That’s odd. Maybe he’s married or had a girlfriend or something. Hey, you didn’t do anything crazy on your travels, did you?”  

    Arthur meant the question to sound casual, but Clémence could tell he really wanted to know.

    “No,” Clémence said honestly. “Not at all. You know my relationship history. And I sure know yours.”  

    Clémence and Arthur had spent one of their long evenings together talking and the conversation had turned to past lovers. While Clémence had three boyfriends before him, Arthur only had one relationship, but a series of flings, the number which did not make Clémence happy. However, it wasn’t as if Arthur’s old playboy ways came as a shock. She was well aware of his past, which had made her hesitant about being with him to begin with. Now, he was devoted to her and only wanted to be with her, and that was what she chose to focus on.  

    “Forget about this Carlos guy,” said Arthur.  

    “I’m just curious who he is. He insinuated that he was royalty or something, so my friends and I thought he was so mysterious.”  

    “He’s probably just some spoiled rich kid who likes to throw money around and feel important.”  

    Clémence laughed and shoved a piece of baguette with cream cheese and caviar in his mouth. “Takes one to know one, right?”  

    Arthur began tickling her and she squealed, catching looks from other picnickers nearby.  

    “Stop.” She giggled and tried to swat him away.

    “Carlos is probably not even this guy’s real name,” he continued. “He’s dating Sophie now. Big deal. He’s probably in the same scene.”  

    “It was just really awkward to see him. I wonder if he’s living in Paris and if I’ll have to run into him more often. Maybe I’ll finally find out why he just disappeared on us.”  

    “So you love a good mystery when it comes to men too, huh? I should start being more mysterious. Maybe you’ll like me more.”  

    “I already like you plenty. And