Love wasn’t on the itinerary. He crashed the trip.

I’m in Paris with an offer for a career-making solo photography exhibit.
I should be floating on champagne and designer euphoria.
Instead, I’m single and alone at a Tom Selleck-themed wine bar, wondering if thirty-two is too young to start over.
Then he walks in.
Messy hair, leather jacket, a smile I feel in places I haven’t for years.
One accidental wine spill and soul-shaking kiss later…

I’m about to make the most impulsive decision of my life.
I sold my company for freedom, not to get tied down.
Working like a fool is all I’ve ever known.
I need a hard reset. No expectations. No itinerary. Just a one-way ticket to Paris and a suitcase full of unresolved shit.
Then I see her.
A knockout with wine-stained lips and eyes that could undo a man.
Our connection is instant, magical, impossible to ignore.
I didn’t come here to fall in love.
But I’m starting to think Paris had other plans.