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should warn you that I’m not sure exactly where I’m going. I was just planning to wander around until I found a restaurant that looked appealing.”
    â€œMay I make a suggestion then?”
    â€œBy all means.”
    â€œI know a wonderful spot not far from here that makes the best moussaka.”
    â€œMoussaka. My favorite,” she said, although she had no idea what it was. Intrigued by both the meal and the man, Darcie agreed.
    Nick took her to an out-of-the-way café that made her feel as if she had stepped back in time thanks to the building’s neoclassical architecture. Conversations stopped as they wound their way to a table in the back of the small, crowded establishment. Darcie got the feeling she was the only tourist among the patrons. After giving her a cursory glance, however, the other guests returned their attention to their own tables.
    A waiter appeared not long after they settled in their seats and took their order. She asked for the moussaka, in part because Nick had recommended it, and because she was unfamiliar with the other items on the menu. He ordered the same, as well as coffee for the pair of them and a bottle of sparkling water.
    â€œI get the feeling I’m in store for an authentic Greek meal,” she said once they were alone.
    â€œYou are. I hope you like it.”
    Her stomach was growling loud enough to be embarrassing. “I’m sure I will,” she told him. “Um, what exactly is moussaka?”
    His rich laughter rumbled. The sound was pleasing, especially since she didn’t feel his amusement came at her expense.
    â€œIt is a dish made with eggplant. Do you like eggplant?” he asked.
    â€œI love it. Yum.”
    She’d eaten it...once. It had been breaded and pan-fried, and then slathered in Evelyn’s homemade tomato sauce and melted parmesan cheese. The indigestion Darcie had experienced afterward likely had been the result of Tad’s mother’s fault-finding throughout the meal rather than the food itself.
    Nick apparently wasn’t fooled. “You are an adventurous one, I see. Willing to try new things.”
    She liked his assessment, even if the speculative gleam in his eye gave her pause.
    â€œI believe in being open-minded. Why not take a few chances?”
    Nick smiled. “Why not indeed?”
    A moment of silence passed as he studied her. She found it hard not to fidget given the intensity of his gaze. Was he picturing her naked? Darcie sucked in her stomach just to be on the safe side and found the courage to ask, “Perhaps you should tell me what’s on your mind.”
    â€œA favor.”
    â€œOh.” She stopped holding in her stomach.
    â€œYou look disappointed?”
    She brushed her hair back from her face. “Not at all. Ask away. Ask for anything. I owe you.”
    This time his laughter was low, intimate and ridiculously arousing. “That is not the sort of thing you should tell a man, agapi mou. If I were without scruples, you could find yourself in trouble after making a statement such as that.”
    Darcie was too intrigued and too attracted to Nick to be alarmed. Maybe it was the warmth that radiated from his dark eyes, or the slightly self-deprecating quirk of his sensual lips. She was sure he posed no threat to her safety. To her sanity? Well, that remained to be seen.
    â€œBut you do have scruples.”
    â€œHow can you tell?”
    â€œA man without them would not have bothered to help me yesterday without asking for anything in return.”
    â€œYet here I am one day later, begging a favor.” His lips quirked again.
    â€œBegging is different than demanding. A man without scruples would demand, I think.”
    â€œI am glad you see it that way.” His expression sobered then. “You are certainly under no obligation to agree to my proposition. I want to make that perfectly clear from the outset.”
    Proposition? The mere word, said as