ROMANCE: Stepbrother Crazy Seal (Bad Boy Navy Seal Billionaire Stepbrother) (New Adult Alpha BBW Menage Contemporary) by WANDA EDMOND Page B

didn’t mind the company, she needed a break from Matt and she was sure he could use a day without having to follow her around while she tried on clothes. She gave a warm smile at the bright sun and headed to the train station, boarding for the district she had visited a few days before. The morning was spent wandering the art center, admiring the French paintings and watching some work out in the open for tourists to watch. She found one in particular she elected would look great in her new apartment, of a woman standing strong by the Cliffside and it reminded her of her own life and the struggles to succeed. She made the purchase and waiting for the artist to wrap it up with a grin, then continued onward to the clothing and apparel. For a moment she regretted not taking Matt with her as the painting was bulky, though small. As the sun began to rise high above head, her stomach finally growled urgently. Her appetite hadn’t been its usual after drinking too much wine and now she could feel her body springing back to life. Time for a quick lunch I suppose . She eyed the shops lining the street for a sign of a diner or café’. She frowned and walked onward to the next set of streets. There has to be somewhere to eat around here . The sun was now blinding bright and she flicked on her shades to keep from squinting.
         Rounding the corner she found herself in an area she didn’t recognize from the last shopping trip, though it still felt safe and quaint like the rest of the area. She walked on, peering into the new shop windows and electing to return for browsing after she had a meal. Around another corner to a street she hadn’t visited she began to feel slightly turned around, losing her sense of where the train station and villa were from her location. She elected to backtrack after finding a restaurant and continued onward. Soon the shops changed to quaint stone houses with cobblestone stoops jutting out to meet the sidewalk. She had lost the shopping district entirely. I can find someone to help me, I am sure, there are enough English speaking tourists around. But with each group she passed, she began to realize that no one was speaking her language and the panic rose in her throat. Lost in the city, she frantically walked up street after street, each time thinking she had found the right way and finding herself even more confused. The signs, all printed in French were of no help. She found a small square with more shops and hurried towards it, hoping that the keepers would speak at least some English and could help her find her way. She paused suddenly, recognizing a man sitting at an outdoor table, eating lunch with a young woman. Her heart froze. It was her father, leaning in to whisper in another woman’s ear as she giggled like a schoolgirl.
    “He’s on his honeymoon for Pete’s sake.” Kelsey growled out loud.
         Normally she didn’t pay much attention to her father’s doings, and there wasn’t anything in particular about Elena that would prompt her to be angry over his risk of ending things. But as she struggled to allow Matt near her heart, due to the way she had grown up, she found a fire burning for his wrongdoing. For a moment she paused, forgetting the scene and focusing on her own issues. Matt’s love for her was literally changing the way she thought about relationships and matters of the heart. I wouldn’t normally care, this is so not like me. She laughed slightly at herself, but soon her smile faded as she witnessed hi lean in for a long kiss. That was her straw. She marched across the stone walkway, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement and her free hand balled in a fist, the other carrying her painting. She stormed past a waiter who had greeted her in French and stood brooding behind him. The young woman looked up, confused and angry at the intrusion, and glared at Kelsey with a look of jealousy. She’s about to find out. Kelsey growled in amusement at the girl’s naive