Page 104 of Love on the Rocks
“To Lyra?”
“Yes, I want Ferhana to take over as executive chef at Gypsy.” She was amazingly gifted. In the past year, she’d advanced from line cook to sous chef, and I was sure she was ready for a bigger challenge. “I want to open something here.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of me . . .” His eyebrows drew together as he searched my face. His agoraphobia had improved, but he still got overwhelmed when he came to London, which meant that I flew more often to Greece. “I can come see you more . . .”
“Oh, you conceited man,” I teased. “This isn’tjustabout you. Yes, I want to be with you, but I also want to be here.”
I told him my idea of buying the hotel, which they’d finished repairing, and making it into a boutique bed and breakfast with a restaurant. Oh, I had so many plans. They kept me up at night. “But will you let me do it this time? If I can promise that there’ll be no cruise ships or late-night rave parties?”
“Are you sure you’d be happy stuck with me on this pile of rocks?”
“It turns out that I’ve fallen in love with these old rocks and everyone on them.”
“Everyone?”
“Well, with one very stubborn man in particular. So, what do you say?”
“I’d say, I know not to argue with you. You’re one hard-headed woman.”
“Yes, but I’m yours.” He kissed me softly.
“So can I finish my story now?”
I sighed. “Go ahead . . .”
I followed behind him, admiring the strong lines of his beautiful body as he settled back into his spot. The cameras started rolling and he winked at me. “As I was saying, my grandfather used to tell me, ‘Niko, all good things come from the sea’ . . .”
