His short sandy blond hair reminded her a bit of Daniel Craig, until she approached and she noted that he was well over six feet. The restaurant was warm and hospitable with a large hearth fireplace and the wonderful, rich smells of Hellenic cuisine. Max’s mouth practically watered. Though the place was crowded, Jasper had procured a large, round corner table near the front that could have comfortably sat four. Other two-person parties were at much smaller tables.He took her extended hand in both of his. “It is such an honor to finally meet you, Ms. Revere.”“Thank you.” He pulled out her chair for her. “I have wanted to eat here since they opened,” she said, “but I’m rarely in town. Call me Max.”“I’ve been friends with Jackson Sterling since high school. He speaks highly of you.”Max laughed. “He’s probably the only one in my family who would.”“I’m sure that’s not true.” He gestured to the wine. “I ordered a Rapsani red, one of my favorites. The grapes are grown at the foot of Mount Olympus.
