Chapter Five
Leo licked his fingers, catching the last crumbs of morsels from the sweet treat that reminded him of home. The golden crust had transported him to the sandy beaches of the island just east of Barcelona. The sweet and fruity notes had called to the French wine country to Cordoba’s north. And the spice mixture gave a kick to his Moorish ancestors from the south. The pie maker had captured all of Cordovian history and culture in one perfect bite.
“Can you order a few of these for tonight’s dinner?” Leo said to Giles.
Giles pulled out his cell phone and placed the order while Leo licked the last bit from his fingertips. It was bad manners to suckle one’s fingers, to be sure, but there was no one watching him. Giles was preoccupied with the pie maker. The driver had his eyes on
