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things she didn’t want to not do before she passed on from this world. Lying on her death bed, she did not want to regret certain things in life, and only recently did she realize that having meaningless sex with a stranger was one of them, even if it wasn’t one of the more lofty goals such as, sit with someone while they’re dying and help them experience peace and joy.
    Life was full of all kinds of experiences and some of them were trite but still worth having. Something else had made it on to Laine’s list after Richard dumped her: Don’t be so serious. This was a cheat item, and she indulged in a few of those. They were the things she couldn’t exactly check off, as they weren’t one-time events but rather ongoing decisions or attitudes. Another was: Act courageously.
    As she crossed the main entrance hall of the Louvre she realized these two cheat items supported the meaningless sex one. Her heart skipped as she silently prayed her sexy English gent would show as promised.

    Constructed of metal and multiple triangles of gray glass only slightly darker than the February sky, the large pyramid seemed to erupt out of the Cours Napoléon.
    Laine stood at one corner of the pyramid, not far from the main entrance, which, even mid-week in winter, thronged with tourists. She realized that it was going to be difficult to pick Colin out of this crowd. She hardly remembered what he looked like, though after wandering the museum halls for an hour she’d had plenty of time to relive what it felt like to have seen him and touched his hand–all fluttery and warm inside with a delicate bloom between her legs—but the finer details were lost on her now. She thought his suit jacket had been navy and the shirt under it a light blue, but with this weather he’d probably retrieved a winter coat from the coat check and was no doubt wearing a scarf (all European men seemed to wear them in winter).
    Her doubts that they wouldn’t find each other again were slowly giving way to an acceptance of the fact that simply the idea of meeting up with him was a gift after these last two months of getting over Richard. Colin might have knocked her down but he had also lifted her spirits and expanded her heart simply by offering to take her for coffee. Just that had meant a lot.
    She pulled her overcoat tighter around her and thought about which route she would take back to Le Marais: along the rue Rivoli or along the Seine? It would be colder beside the river, but her feet were going to hurt whichever way she went. It had been silly of her to pack red high heels considering how irresistible it was to walk all over Paris. Oh, well, the whole trip had been silly. Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and Richard was going to propose to someone else. Running away to Paris wasn’t going to change that.
    She felt a light tap on her shoulder. A flash of red blurred her peripheral vision as she turned. There stood her green-eyed angel holding out a rose as red as her shoes.
    “Colin! I didn’t think you were coming.”
    “I’m glad you waited a few minutes. I was late for my meeting and then my meeting made me late for you. Once again I must say I’m sorry.”
    He held out the rose to her and she took it. She sniffed it even though it didn’t have a scent. It bought her a small moment of composure. While waiting, she had decided to follow her own advice and be courageous and not too serious.
    “Honestly, our encounter was so brief I was afraid I wouldn’t recognize you.” She lifted her gaze to his. “But I would recognize your eyes anywhere.” She purposefully held them for a long moment. Until he blinked and smiled at her boldness.
    “I couldn’t have forgotten you, but even if I had, your shoes are like a beacon. They guided me back to you.” He held her gaze now. Laine shivered.
    “You’re cold, of course, standing out here waiting for me. Shall we?” He held out his arm. She slipped hers through the crook of his elbow. They left