10It had been a little arrogant of her to assume she’d get into his restaurant without a reservation, but Seetha had honestly thought things would work out in her favor. Maybe it was because King had finally come to see her. Maybe it was because of what he’d said to her mother about waiting for her—an idea which had caused many stomach flutters.
As the maître d’ searched the reservation list for an opening, Seetha looked around. Amazement had her chewing her lip at the beautiful tables, and at the polished real wood bar King had no doubt spent a fortunate acquiring. Judging from all the smiling customers happily eating, who had smartly booked early reservations, it wouldn’t take long for him to show a profit.
The air certainly smelled wonderful. Scents of roasted fowl filled it and lured
