18
Astor
Nova and I had managed not to talk about my leaving for the last few weeks of my stay. We’d gotten along a lot better, leaving that subject off the table.
With only one night left, Nova and I decided to go out for dinner. I didn’t want to make her cook, wanting to cater to her on our last night together. “And bring us some champagne, too, Petra.” I watched Nova’s eyes go wide with surprise. “Alcohol, Astor?”
“Why not?” I reached across the table to take her hand. “I don’t think it’ll kill me to have a little. You’ve made sure my workouts were extra strenuous, after all.”
I loved the blush that covered her cheeks. “I suppose I have.”
The waitress came back with a bottle and two glasses. “I’ve got to tell you, Mr. Christakos, island life agrees with you. You’re nothing like th
