chapter 22. Parisian Picnic

BELLE I ran down the street as fast as my legs could carry me, still clutching Grayson’s credit card in my hand. I thought I had seen a grocery store when we’d gotten out of the cab earlier, and thankfully I was right. That’s where I needed to go. I ran faster. I didn’t look behind me to see if Grayson was following. I had no doubt in my mind that he would catch me. In fact, I hoped he did. I had given up on getting away from him. But first, I had to make it to that grocery store. I crashed through the doors of the store and smiled brightly. It only took a second for me to feel arms wrap around my waist. I was tugged backward into a hard chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” Grayson growled in my ear. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling. He looked surprised by my display of affection. “It took you awhile to catch up,” I said. He tightened his arms around me. “I wanted to see where you would go.” “You weren’t afraid that I would run off