She sat across from Sarre in the intimate little restaurant fighting the smile on her face.
It was nearly empty aside from the ten or so guards stationed around the place. The hostess, the server, and whatever kitchen staff hadn’t dared to poke their heads out of the back. The food was incredible, and the conversation was the best she’d shared on a date in a long time.
“This is nice,” she commented quietly.
“It is the first of many nice evenings we will spend together.”
“Why me?” she asked suddenly as he toyed with her fingers atop the pristine white tablecloth.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re forty-one, Sarre. Your entire life has been planned and plotted. I’m certain of it. You could have arranged a marriage with any number of women across the entire world which would have made you a f
