CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Once they’d finished snorkeling and swimming, the boat carried on to the next small island. This one had a rooftop restaurant on it, where Milo and Keira had made their reservation for lunch. They climbed the stairs up to a beautiful veranda overlooking the gorgeous ocean and their server showed them to their seat.
It was a very intimate restaurant, the sort of place that catered exclusively to couples. And though they weren’t there to be romantic, Keira still felt incredibly happy that it was Milo she was with.
She perused the menu. It all looked mouthwateringly tasty.
The server came to take their orders.
“I think I’ll go for the dolmades with tzatziki for starters,” Keira said, “Then aubergine moussaka for the entree, and baklava for dessert.”
“Three-course lun
