sweet,” Pierre said, half-charmed and mostly wary, the way any intelligent psychologist would be. He tried to maintain a neutral expression. He had started changing the instant he saw her. “And you want to change your life for her?” It was like going to the gym and lifting an empty bar. But this shy, freckled American who sits alone in his salon, quietly sampling his exquisite confections as if she can’t get enough of themenough of himis something else. “We’ve been going out for one,” he admitted, after a moment, since there wasn’t any point forcing himself through this therapy session if he wasn’t going to tell the truth about at least some things. Chocolate, Dominique understandsfrom the biting tang of lime-caramel to the most complex infusions of jasmine, lemon-thyme, and cayenne. You could learn a lot about a woman, watching the way she absorbed your. Just believe you can fly and add some pixie dust.Ī whimsical thought flashed through his brain, an image of pixie dust freckles spilled like gold flecks across pale skin. In the five years since he had last seen him regularly, his therapist had turned into Peter Pan. Pierre said, “you might at least have to believe it’s possible to keep her.” To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt: What reading level is The Chocolate Touch book?
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