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“What’s funny?” heasked.
“I just thought of the reason why everyone eats early. Got to let it go down before they godown!”
He laughed and pulled a bottle of champagne from a bucket that sat on a plinth besidehim.
“Laurent Perrier, for Lauren Perry,” he said, while hepoured.
“Maybe I was named after it, but it was mispronounced,” I said, raising my glass tohis.
I took a sip and the champagne fizzed on my tongue. We were handed menus that we promptly laid on the table. I took a moment to look around the room. I didn’t recognise anyone from my previous visit, and like before, they all looked ‘normal.’ The room resembled a high-endrestaurant.
Mackenzie reached over and placed his hand on mine, he turned it over as if inspecting my palm. He traced a pattern using the fingers of his otherhand.
“This is your life line,” he said, following the path of a crease. “And this is your loveline.”
“What does it say?” Iasked.
“It says you’re going to fall in love, marry, live a longlife.”
“Does it? That would benice.”
He looked up at me. “I have no idea, I just made thatup.”
I laughed as I pulled my hand away. “Let me look atyours.”
He laid his hand down, palm up. “Now, that one is your life line, the one that runs from your wrist to your thumb. It looks like you’ll have a long life. This finger…” I placed the tip of mine over his middle finger, “Is the finger of Saturn, although I’ll rename that Satan,” I said. “And this is your love line.” I traced my nail over hispalm.
“And what does that say?” he whispered, his voicegravelly.
“It says, if you allow it, you’ll have a long lovelife.”
“Did you make thatup?”
“No, funnily enough, it’s one of those things I just remember. You’re health line is a little bit shit though, so it’s not all goodnews.”
We laughed, “You’ll be the death of me, I’m sure,” hesaid.
I caught sight of a hovering waiter and picked up my menu. I let Mackenzie order first, opting to scan a little longer. When he’d finished, I told the waiter I’d have thesame.
A bottle of red wine was opened and left to breathe, and our champagne glasses wererefreshed.
“If I drink too much, I might not make the twenty-four hours awake thing,” Isaid.
“I’ll let you doze for an hour,” Mackenzie replied, with awink.
“I had the best night’s sleep lastnight.”
“So didI.”
“Did it feel odd for you, to have me in yourbed?”
“No, it was the most comfortable thing in theworld.”
Duck liver paté and small pieces of crisp bread were placed in front of us. I watched as he smeared some on the bread and popped it in his mouth. Even the way he ate was sensual and masculine at the sametime.
A rare fillet steak followed. I managed only half of mine. As the evening wore on, my nerves began to kick in. The waiter cleared the table and it was noticeable that I’d grown a littlequieter.
“Nervous?” he said, taking my hand once again. I nodded. “Don’t be, I’ll take good care of you,Lauren.”
