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“I would expect no less”

“I’ new for your benefit alone”

“Money speaks es”

“Even that of a temperamental chef?”

“As you see” He indicated their twin bowls of the golden-orange soup “But he did not make the soup formy benefit”

“No?”

“No He made it for yours”

“At your request”

“Yes”

“Because tonight is special”

“Very”

She didn’t knohat else she would have said because at that hts of talking on her part The first was that a trio of violinists took up residence in a spot near them that had on the last occasion they’d eaten there held a table of other diners The an to play a piece she had always found e at the same time

The second occurrence was that she was presented with two dozen long-stemmed red roses by the maître d’ She took therance bathed her senses

She looked at Sandor “They’re beautiful”

“You are so certain they are from me?”

She laughed, her voice surprisingly husky “Of course”

But she picked up the card to read anyway It was sned it hi

“Thank you,” she said, her face still buried in the roses For some reason, she needed to hide there for a moment

This was definitely more romance than she’d expected from him for the advent of the physical side of their relationship and it s for her she had not detected The prospect sent a swarh her insides

“It is my pleasure”

Theeous crystal vase that he set at the side of their table

She snuck peeks at the hat all this ave herself pero to sleep wishing for the moon, or Sandor’s caresses She was sure of it