C22 Parisian picnic
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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
