Chapter 14: Acid Test
“Peace offering.” Margaret undulated in from the kitchen, where she’d supposedly been making herself a sandwich. “Coffee and a snack?”
“I do not eat your American junk food,” Nikoloz reminded her, “but I will have coffee.”
“Shows what you know, Mr. Russian Smarty-Pants. I got you real food.” She set the tray on the edge of the desk and waited. Nikoloz glanced at the smug grin on her face and checked out the snack: slices of last night’s roast chicken, cubes of cheese, carrot sticks, and a bowl of cut fruit.
“I stand corrected,” he said. “Thank you. I will enjoy coffee and a snack while I work.”
Her lower lip jutted out. “I was hoping you’d come and sit on the sofa while you eat” At his raised eyebrow, she quickly added, “I’ll sit in the easy chair…all the way acr
