"If you must be with a man, it's good that he's French," Claire said with a wink at Pierre.
"I don't even speak French," she muttered.
It touted a French cuisine presenting a local fare of fresh products.
"That would be a description of his ego and nothing else," the brooding blond said with a light French accent.
"You know, the French are the kings and queens of love," he said and sat in his chair by the door.
"Drop her off at my place," he said, referring to the Immortal's stronghold in the French Alps.
Deidre gazed around her, eyes settling on the green glow, visible through the French doors.
When the sun was up, she retreated from the French doors, troubled by the lost souls and what she did to make Gabriel's life worse, when she'd hoped to make it better.
Distressed by the idea, she found herself standing before the French doors again, looking at the green haze over the forest.
His French accent rolled off his deep voice.
No Immortals showed up on her doorstep the first two days after she left the French Alps.
Katie pushed the door to her designated guest room and stripped out of the grease- stained, French fry scented clothing.
The French doors were locked, and she beat on them, looking around wildly for deck furniture to break the glass.
Katie awoke sweating in her bed in the cavernous room to which she.d been exiled upon arriving to the Immortals. castle in the French Alps.
He stood in front of the glass French doors of the balcony, taking up the whole space with his massive frame and heavy trench coat.
She turned it off and eased out of bed, stopping to gaze out the French doors.
A bakery box held four small French pastries.
Kris had opened it near the cliff. On the other side of the world from the Caribbean Sanctuary, the French Alps were dark and cold, and it was sleeting.
Rhyn crossed his arms, irritated. Kiki trotted from the patio into the house perched on a hill overlooking Tokyo. He returned ten minutes later with a small briefcase, a jacket and a hard case for his iPad. Rhyn opened the portal, and the two strode through it, back to the massive tree where Rhyn had lost Toby in the cold, wet French Alps.
He grabbed an order of French fries and a burger at the drive-in of a national chain, eating on the road, licking the salt from his fingers as he searched among the glass and steel structures for the address he had jotted down earlier.
After the tuxedoed maitre d' had seated them, Fred had made a pronouncement in his best French accent, There are no problems, no worries at Café Richard.
We're all trapped by a raging blizzard in an obscure little hotel on the French Riviera.
At the moment his French lesson was unwelcome.
If she wanted to learn French or Spanish, she'd take lessons.
Pulling the hair off her neck into a French roll, she used a few bejeweled clips and let it go at that.
Hamburgers, hot dogs, onion rings, French fries - you know, the usual fast food stuff.
"Take my hand and close your eyes," Jenn said, holding out her hand to reveal a perfect French manicure.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
She used a few combs to pull hers into a French bun.
Irish and French share common ancestors.