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“Are you sure you wouldn’t like something else?”
Dmitri looked concerned when I finished my salad, and he still had half a plate of something meaty left. “We could get another order of chicken. Or would you like some of my moussaka?”
“No, thank you, I’m fine,” I said, glancing around us. “I’m just a fast eater. It comes from having an older brother who felt it was fair to pillage food from my plate because he had what my mother called a hollow leg. This is such a nice area, but not for claustrophobics, huh?”
He smiled at the change of subject, but let it pass. I was still a bit worried that he was going to treat me differently now that he knew the truth, but I was prepared for it if he did. I’d simply tell him I’d had a nice day, and would leave.
Valentino had finished his bit o
