CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
The restaurant they found themselves in was far more casual than the one Cristiano had taken Keira to the night of the disastrous proposal. From their window-side table, Keira looked around her at the decor, which was more the shabby-chic vintage style of her preference. She didn’t feel underdressed in a place where the seat cushions were ripped leather and the battered wooden tables rickety. In fact, this was how she would have decorated her apartment if she’d not given in to Bryn on fifty percent of the decisions.
“Shall we talk about the kiss now?” Milo said, leaning toward her, his face lit by candlelight. “Or would you like to wait until after we’ve ordered?” His face burst into a cheeky grin.
Keira smiled. Even with an awkward situation, Milo seemed to know ho
