"It is not you, monsieur, I promise. I seem to have lost myself in our conversation." Joséphine nearly winced at the lie, but she had to keep him believing what he was doing was correct. It wasn't his fault, after all, that he'd mistaken her shop for the book shop instead. "We shall be following this road to its end," she instructed, sighing heavily as she rested her fingers along his forearm.