CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
After they’d driven back to Stockholm, the minivan pulled up outside a very fancy-looking restaurant.
“This isn’t where we’re going, is it?” Keira asked Milo.
“Yes,” he said. “Is that okay?”
Other than the fact that they were arriving in a gaudy van with the bright Swedish flag on the side, Keira had rain-drenched hair and mud-splattered clothes.
“Um, I would’ve liked to have gotten changed first,” she admitted. “It looks quite fancy!”
Milo shrugged. “Fancy? Not really. It’s a famous restaurant but it’s not particularly posh. You can head back to the hotel to change if you want.”
Keira peered out at the rain and the darkening gray sky. She sighed. “No, it’s okay.”
They left the van, thanking their guide for the wonderful trip, and headed inside the restaurant. Ke
