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He looks embarrassed that I knew his secret but quickly recovers. “Do you think the words aren’t true? They may not have been mine, but I express them the same way Westley did.”
Well, damn. If he’s using Westley’s words, then maybe he’s being sincere.
Looking him in his eyes, I ask, “Seriously, have you ever watched The Princess Bride? I love this movie and can quote it verbatim. “
Yiorgos inches closer to me, whispering, “What part do you want me to recite? The one where she pushes him down the hill as he screams ‘As you wish’or when Inigo finally realizes his full potential from trying to live up to his father’s expectations?”
Taking a step back, it’s clear that he’s enjoyed The Princess Bride a time or two.
“I take it you loved the move.” I state.
“Actually, I hated it, but I understood what Wesley went through to get back to the woman he loved. When I was younger, I dreamed of one day saving my lady love from the bad guys who was out to do her harm,” Yiorgos relays.
“And how has that worked out for you?” I question, pretty much knowing the answer.
He holds up the bags, replying, “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Have a seat and put the containers on the table while I grab some plates and utensils,” I tell him, pointing to the couch. He nods, passing me like he’s been here before.
I rush into the kitchen and grab two plates, forks, and two knives. Coming back into the living room, I smile as Yiorgos has everything neatly set out on the coffee table.
Collecting myself, I ask, “So, where is the food from?”
Yiorgos smiles again, making my heart flutter. “Mythos. The owner is family so when I called the order in, he said he was happy to do it.”
Sitting the plates and other items on the table, I tease, “So, our meal is technically free?”
Yiorgos nods as he picks up the first container filled with grilled Mediterranean vegetables before he schools me, “You should always eat vegetables with our meats.” He then loads my plate with vegetables.
I’m an all-around eater. I don’t care if its meat or vegetables. I’m going to eat. Piercing the baby carrot on my plate, I put it in my mouth, savoring the flavors. Swallowing it down, I look at Yiorgos and reply, “You’re right. Oh,” I blurt out, covering my mouth as I sit the fork on the plate. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“What’s in your glass?” He asks.
“Pinot Grigio, would you like a glass?”
“Yes, please.”
Picking up my napkin, I quickly wipe my mouth before going back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I’m out of the kitchen with his glass of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other, I stop dead in my tracks when I see Yiorgos eating and reading the book I left on the table. He’s not reading from the beginning of the book but from where I left off. Yiorgos looks up and sees me standing there. A huge smile spreads across his handsome face.
“So, this is what you’re into?”
I should be embarrassed but I’m not. My books are like my children, and I won’t deny them.
“I’m into many different genres. That one just happens to be the one I’m currently reading,” I reply, walking over to the table, sitting his glass next to his plate and the bottle on the far end to be out of our way, then retake my seat next to him.
Yiorgos bumps his shoulder against mine, saying, “You’re going to have to let me borrow this when you are done reading it.”
Grabbing my fork, I notice he’s added lamb chops to my plate.
“You seemed to really enjoy them the other night at Mythos,” Yiorgos says.
“I did and thank you,” I return as I lift my knife and cut into the tender meat. “As for borrowing my book, I’m sorry but I don’t lend them out. I can however sell you one from downstairs.” I hum before seductively wrapping my lips around the fork, then slowly pulling from my mouth with my eyes closed.
“Damn,” Yiorgos says under his breath.
“What was that?” I ask, opening my eyes. His mysterious blue eyes stare back at me.
“Nothing,” he replies, laying the book down beside him.
