Chapter Twelve
“Best dish I ever had was in Oaxaca, Mexico.”
“Mexico?” said Jan. Her brows shot to her hairline as she eyed Alex. They sat across from each other on the private plane. She was strapped in. He was sprawled back in his seat, arms stretched over the headrest, long legs outstretched just inches from hers.
“What’s wrong with Mexico?”
“Nothing,” she shrugged. “I just expected you to say some fancy, exclusive restaurant in France where you ate snails with truffle sauce.”
“Oh, yeah.” He rubbed at his chin, looking far off out the plane’s window. “I’ve been to that place.”
Despite herself, Jan laughed. When they’d first met, Jan had thought the Prince of Cordoba an entitled wastrel who lumbered from five-star restaurant to Michelin star restaurant. She was learning he wasn’t t
