Mahiro’s eyes widen in faux shock. “Scandalous! I’m surprised at you, Mr. Breschi.” He demurely looks up at Alex through his eyelashes. “I would have never guessed you were so adventurous.”
Alex grins. “Indeed? I thought you’d know that by now,” he says and takes a swallow of wine. “But what about you? You must have some wild stories.”
“None fit for here,” Mahiro says and rearranges the plates so that the ham-and-chicken croquettes are closer to his side. Alex snatches one and gets a light smack on the hand. He giggles and eats it anyway, despite Mahiro’s pretty pout. “I’ll tell you some later, when we’re alone.” Mahiro drags his fingers around the rim of his glass. “I know your list, and I know some things are on the soft limit,” he whispers. “So having a bit of an audience isn’t an iss
