Page 13 of Dare To Live

“When? Between all your self-defense classes, your firearms training, and your job when do you have time to date? I swear I almost passed out when you told me you can carry a licensed handgun now.”

My gaze roams over the faces of the other diners. “A woman can never be too careful.”

“There’s still such a thing as overkill.”

“I like being prepared for anything.”

I watch Ivan weaving his way back to the table. He gives me a thoughtful look, before pulling out a seat and joining us. “What are you two talking about that has Arabella looking so sad?”

Miles flips open the menu in front of him and studies the selection of food on offer. “I told her she needs someone to love her and care for her, like you do with me.”

Ivan chuckles. “Bella is an independent woman. She doesn’t need to be taken care of, she just needs to be valued and loved.”

Miles frowns at the older man. “Are you saying I’m high maintenance?”

“Are you going to deny it, Luchik?” The Russian’s attention returns to me. “I have a cousin, Yuri. He has his own chauffeuring business back in L.A. Very successful. I can set you up with him. He’s a gentleman and knows how to treat a woman.”

I shift uncomfortably on my chair. “That’s kind of you, but I’m not interested in dating right now.”

Ivan’s dark brown eyes lock with mine. “After Miles explained what happened to you both, I understand why you are so guarded. But you should not let fear become a prison. It will stop you from living.”

The server appears, stopping him from saying anything more. I concentrate on the neatly printed words in front of me, but his comment has left me unsettled.

I’m not frightened. I am living my life. It might not be full of dates and parties, but I’m still content with what I have … aren’t I?

Liar. I want so much more.

I ignore the little whisper in my head and order the house risotto and a mineral water.

Once she’s written down our orders, the server vanishes.

Miles’ attention roves over the decorations around the restaurant. “Can you believe it’s only four days until Christmas?”

“This year has gone fast,” I agree.

“Has this trip inspired your creativity?”

“I’ve been sketching a few ideas.”

“Is your boss still being a dick?”

“You’re having trouble at work?” Ivan frowns.

I shrug. “We don’t get along, that’s all.”

Miles’ glance shifts to his partner. “He steals her work.”

“I’m thinking about applying for a job in a fashion house in Milan.”

Shocked eyes land on my face at my announcement. “Milan, as in Italy?”

Our server reappears with our drinks, and the conversation pauses while she places them down.

I pour some mineral water into my glass. “It might give me a better opportunity to spread my wings and let me show off my talent.” I pick up the thread of conversation again.

“But that’s in Europe.”

“I think Arabella is aware of that.” Ivan takes a sip of his red wine.

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