Bastien stopped in the street while Kate looked at him.

—Why did we stop?

—Remember I promised my baby girl I’d take her to eat whatever she wanted for being good? Well, we’re going to that restaurant —Bastien leaned in and whispered—. Their specialty is cakes and desserts.

—Will I get to eat cake?

—With extra chocolate —Bastien whispered, then caressed her cheek—. But just this once, I don’t want your blood pressure to go up. Promise me you’ll be a good girl afterward.

—I promise.

Bastien got