A waiter walks by with a tray of appetizers. Exquisite timing.Tiny little crackers topped with a soft white cheese and adollop of some kind of jam. Whatever it is, it looks messy.Perfect for what I have in mind.
I yank the tray out of the waiter’s hands and smash it intoNikolai’s chest.
The crowd gasps as the tray clatters to the floor. I can’t lift myeyes any higher than the red jam smeared across the front ofNikolai’s suit. If I do, I’ll see his gray eyes—and then I’lldefinitely cry.
So without another word, I turn and sprint for the exit.
As far as I’m concerned, this party is over.
The elevator doors have already closed, but when I hit thebutton, they slide open again.
Her arms are crossed over her chest and her eye
