“This okay?”Kyra nodded, her saliva glands reacting instantly to the smell of grilled lamb and fresh mint. “Smells great.” She paused, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light before stepping inside. “Looks even better.”The place was subdued and intimate, with lots of candles that cast soft flickering shadows across the tables and up the dark brick walls. He seemed to know all the good places. Not the ones found in guidebooks, but small and quiet. And very dark. With each successive night the places seemed to get smaller and darker and more intimate. If things got any more intimate, they would be eating breakfast in bed, and the thought of it scared the bejesus out of her. Was she ready? Was Atherton someone she could build a life with? He certainly had the assets: sophisticated and smart, with a good sense of humor and impeccable manners. All the important stuff. And it didn’t hurt that it came wrapped in such a nice package. So why the hesitation?He stepped forward, peering into her eyes.
