His French accent rolled off his deep voice in a way that made her smile.
I study French, too.
The French doors were locked, and she beat on them, looking around wildly for deck furniture to break the glass.
She turned it off and eased out of bed, stopping to gaze out the French doors.
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.