Excerpt from To Capture What We Cannot Keep by Beatrice Colin, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

Cait was painfully aware, as she had been many times in Paris, of their poor mastery of social etiquette, of how clear it was that they had come from a less sophisticated place. Their manners were parochial, so parochial that they didn't even realize it.

"If you have time before you leave, I would be happy to receive your call." Nouguier handed Jamie his card. "As an engineer you might be interested in seeing the workshop in Levallois-Perret."

"I would indeed," said Jamie. "Thank you."

Once Émile had taken his leave, Alice rolled her eyes.

"Please," she said, "don't drag us to a workshop."

"Do you know who that was?" Jamie whispered. "He works with Gustave Eiffel, the Gustave Eiffel. And he's unattached!"

"Jamie!" she said. "Before you start your matchmaking, I'd like to point out that he wasn't even wearing a hat!"

"Shh," said her brother. "He might hear you."

But Émile Nouguier was already halfway across the parade grounds, heading toward the Seine, his figure a dark stroke against the sand. As Cait watched, it started to snow, and within a minute he began to disappear, fading from black to gray to nothing at all.

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