Cupping the back of his neck he massaged the thick cord of bulging muscle. He could name ten places he would rather be. This was not one of them. The waitress brushed back her thick black hair as she settled her curious green gaze on him. She tapped the notebook with the pen she held in an impatient rhythm. “Are you ready to place your order now, Dr Kanna?” Her hand moved and before he could stop her, she fingered the box he’d left on the table. “I could come back if you’re waiting for someone.” He couldn’t tell if she was sympathetic or curious. Like she’d pushed a button below his skull, the area between his shoulder blades tightened. The last four days of avoidance were at an end. Luxury hotels in Goa with ex-beauty queens to wait on you, was a good place to hide, but life always caught up with you in the end. “My usual please.” Her lips lifted in a bemused smile and he had to wonder why an ex Miss India would be waiting tables at a posh hotel. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
