Before he could respond, a waiter appeared at their side, notebook at the ready.

‘Shall I order us a selection of meze to start with?’ Christian asked.

‘You know all the best stuff,’ she answered with a grin. Already the bustling, warm atmosphere of the place was easing the tension within her, making her relax in a way she hadn’t since she’d taken the pregnancy test. ‘Go ahead.’

She had no idea what he ordered, the waiter making squiggles on his note pad before bustling off, immediately to be replaced with Mikolaj, who carried a carafe of red wine and a jug of iced water.

‘Do you want any wine?’ Christian asked, knowing better than to tell her not to have any.

‘I’ll stick to water, thanks,’ she said, her cheeks quirking as if she knew what he’d been thinking. As soon as they were alone again, she asked, ‘How do you know Mikolaj? I’m guessing it’s more than you being a good patron.’

‘I have known him since I was small child.’

he an

‘Something like that.’

him with unashamed curiosity. ‘Something like

and I used to live in a room in the attic,’ he supplied, adopting the tone he used to denote

his tone and raised her eyes to gaze

here. My mother was a childhood friend of his. When we were kicked out of our old place, Mikolaj and his wife gave us the attic

her pretty brows drawing together. ‘One room? For the both of

‘Yes.’

have been

his incredibly generous heart, Christian and his mother would have lived on the streets. The attic room was given to them for free in exchange for his mother working in the kitchen. She’d been paid a share of the tips. It was all Mikolaj had been able

made his first significant trade, a deal that had earned him a hundred thousand dollars, he’d sent Mikolaj a cheque for half the

poverty that had been the hardest to bear. The biggest cross had been living with his mother

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