Page 132 of His Secret Gift

“There’s nothing in this little note to suggest where you’re going?” She picks it up off the table and examines it.

“No, nothing.”

“Hmm.” She pouts. “But knowing it’s Jack, I’m assuming it’s a least a little fancy. Right?”

“I honestly don’t know. I guess that makes sense.”

Callie goes over and starts inspecting my clothes. “Plus, it’s Greece, so I feel like you can get away with dressing nicely and going just about anywhere.”

She’d know better than me.

“Here, what about this?” She’s pulled out a long black dress with thick straps. “This is pretty.”

I try it on and model it for her.

“Oh, yeah. Very classy. Then, if it gets cold, you can wear your jean jacket.”

“My jean jacket? That isn’t very elegant.”

She flicks her wrist at me. “Who cares?”

“But you—”

“Come on,” she takes me by the shoulders and practically shoves me out of the door. “Have fun. Make good choices. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

“That doesn’t exist!” I yell after she slams it in my face.From what I’ve seen, she does whatever she damn pleases.

Ugh.But I take a compact out of my clutch and make sure my hair is in order before I head down into the lobby again. He’s waiting for me there, and he’s wearing a navy button-up, black pants and a matching belt and shoes, and a maroon tie.

“You look stunning,” he comments after I tap his buff shoulder.

“Thank you. You look great, too.”

“Thanks.”

Then, he offers me his arm, and I take it—despite my fears that someone might see us. Although apparently, he doesn’t care anymore.

“So where are we off to?” I ask in the back of the car.

“It’s called Grande Café Bar. It’s Yannis’s favorite, and I want to make sure I have the place staked out before I meet with him tomorrow.”

Oh.Perhaps I was foolish for simply thinking he wanted to spend more time with me.

Then, as if reading my mind, he leans over and says, “And of course, I was dying to spend more time with you. So, it was a win-win in my book.”

That makes me feel better.

When we walk in, I see several small tables and one of the most gorgeous views.

He pulls my chair out for me, and I’m still dazzling over the mountains and stereotypical white houses in the distance. Above us are a bunch of lights, which only add to the ambiance.

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Right?”

I take the napkin and put it in my lap. “Yannis can’t be that much of a hermit if he comes out to eat frequently.”

“I suppose. I guess I just made projections about the guy based on our less than enthusiastic conversations we’ve had.”

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