Amaal wished he could take her to Tuscany and kiss her beneath a grape arbor. Since that pleasant image would most likely never become a reality, he could only lift his shoulders and say, “That is unfortunate. There are many beautiful places in this world. But then,” he hastened to add, “many of them are here in California, so it is not as though you were deprived of all the world’s beauties.”
“I suppose so.” She lifted her glass of wine and took another sip, then looked down at the tabletop and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you only going to ply me with wine, or is dinner going to be forthcoming at some point?”
Of course. He’d been so distracted by her, he’d almost forgotten. “Dinner is served, milady,” he said, and waved a hand. At once the dinner she’d requested was there before them
