Page 167 of Bride By Coronation

A server appears. "Mr. Petrov. I didn't realize you were dining with us tonight."

"Hello, Salambek. This is my wife, Fiona," Kirill announces, and I note the pride in his voice and on his expression.

My butterflies flutter harder.

Salambek nods. "Mrs. Petrov. Thank you for joining us. May I suggest our Moroccotini to start?"

Excited, I inquire, "What's in it?"

"Orange-flavored vodka, mint, lime juice, and sugar syrup. I can't get your husband to try it, but I'm sure you'll love it," he asserts.

"No Moroccotini for you?" I tease Kirill.

"I'll stick with vodka, but you go ahead and try it."

"Okay, but you have to at least try a sip of mine," I state.

Kirill grins at Salambek. "One vodka and one Moroccotini."

"Excellent. And it's true you'd like Chef Rakan to decide your courses?"

"Yes, please," Kirill answers.

"Perfect. I'll be back soon," Salambek says and then disappears.

I gush, "This restaurant is so pretty."

"Agreed."

I lean closer, asking, "How did we get the best table when they didn't know you were coming?"

Kirill admits, "I own the table."

I gape at him.

"What?"

"You own the table?"

He chuckles. "Yes. I bought it long ago, and pay them enough money every year to keep them happy."

"Wow. The perks of being you."

His cheeks turn a bit red.

I lower my voice. "Wait. I meant the perks of being Mrs. Petrov." My smile explodes on my lips.

He chuckles and blurts out, "You have the best smile."

My heart takes a double beat. "Thanks."

"I mean it." He pins his intense gaze on me.

Salambek appears with drinks. He sets them down. "One vodka and one Moroccotini. Please, take a sip and let me know what you think."

I pick up the cold martini glass and drink a large mouthful. "Mmm."

Approval fills Salambek's expression. "You like it?"

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