“You’d better believe it.” He grinned. “You want keema naan or a samosa?”
“Both, please.”
“A girl after my own heart,” Aidan said approvingly. “I got no time for women who don’t eat.”
“Oh, I eat, believe me.”
“I know it.” He grabbed a fork, and slid the plate across the island to her. “Dig in, darlin’.”
Gabi sighed with pure happiness as she contemplated the plate in front of her. She looked up at him, so comfortable and relaxed with this man. It felt like they’d been making love and sharing a bed and eating together for years, not just a few hours. “Thank you, Aidan.”
“You’re welcome.” He started to dish out food for himself now. “No other questions for me, then?”
“Oh, I have millions.” She frowned a bit. “I have questions about you.”
“I bet you do. Shoot, Gabriela. I’ll tell you
