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cast their warm hazel gaze his way every time they passed on the street? He was not usually drawn to this kind of woman. All his past partners, including Martine, were tall and slim. He liked this kind of woman: a woman who took pride in her appearance and looked after her body. So why then was this woman, the exact opposite of his ideal, entrenched so deeply in his mind these days? Thinking back over dinner he had to admit he was distracted by the conversation this woman was having with her friend. Apparently she had been house-sitting for Mme. Divanach here in Locronan for the past two months. Fabrice and Yann had known Mme. Divanach since they were boys. She had a strong dislike of Locronan summers, complaining that the tourists were everywhere. Each year her son would advertise online for house-sitters and then she would escape to his holiday place in Nevez for the summer. From the dinner conversation Fabrice could overhear, Mme. Divanach was due to return to Locronan next week. This woman and her New Zealand friend were planning to travel around Europe for another six months before returning to the seaside suburb of Uxbridge. For a moment Fabrice was stunned at the coincidence. He would have loved nothing more than to ask this woman and her friend to join him and Martine for dinner but then his adorably obnoxious brother came storming out of the kitchen with a look that could wilt flowers carrying what appeared to be the steak the woman sent back. Knowing only too well his brothers bark, Fabrice felt bad for this woman and what was about to happen. How fast the tables turned! Fabrice and Martine almost choked on their Merlot when they heard this woman tell Yann in perfect French that Mme. Divanachs dog was going to eat well tonight. He didnt know which was more amazing. The fact that his brother was rendered speechless by this quick-witted woman or that she had kicked him in the proverbial balls and survived. A woman who could get the better of Yann and accomplish it with such panache was certainly worth paying attention to. Could it be melancholy he was feeling that she would be leaving Locronan in a few days? He suspected it was. His heart never made a secret of what it was feeling. The fact that it felt the most outrageous things at the most inappropriate times didnt do a thing to stop its rhythmic beat. It did however, cause Fabrice no end of trouble trying to live with the havoc it created by being so blatant in its requests of him. It was summer 2003. Fabrice was 30. He didnt know it yet but his heart had a big journey planned for him. At the end of it he would know only peace, his destiny fulfilled. But first he would see hell – more than once. CHAPTER THREE Fabrice Le Gall grew up in Brittany, on Frances west Coast. His Parents


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