The way he said really lingered in the air.
As if he knew more than he was telling her… and was simply deciding how much she deserved to hear.
Yannis glanced at his watch, the movement deliberate, unhurried.
"It's almost lunchtime," he said lightly. "There's a good restaurant just across the street. Why don't you accompany me?"
The offer was smooth and casual.
Lara studied him. The doctor's coat was gone; he had loosened his tie, sleeves slightly rolled up, as if stepping out of professional territory and into something more personal.
"What kind of restaurant?" she asked instead of answering.
His lips curved faintly. He seemed pleased she hadn't refused outright.
"Modern Mediterranean," he replied. "They do an excellent grilled sea bass. Light, clean flavors. Not the greasy kind that leaves you regretting life decisions."
Lara's eyes appeared vibrant, shifting between green, then gold, then brown.
Then her eyebrow lifted. "You assume I eat healthy and light?"
