There is no way I can tell her, though. It would ruin everything we have built.
It’s moments like this that make me wish I was a robot with no feelings.
Chapter
Ten
IRIS
I makemy way out of the station and onto the crowded sidewalk. Tourists are taking photos of different landmarks and looking around in awe at the architecture. People who live here probably think they are crazy. I can’t help but wonder if they appreciate what’s in their backyard the way tourists do.
Keeping my hands tucked safely into my pockets and my head held high, I make my way back to the hotel.
“Afternoon, Miss Howard,” the doorman says as I step inside.
“Afternoon,” I tell him, smiling back.
I head toward the back and to where the offices are.
“Hey, there you are,” Max says when he sees me.
“Sorry, I stepped out for lunch.”
He smirks as he sits back in his chair. “Let me guess, you went to one of the markets?”
“Borough. I’ve been craving Kappacasein lately.”
“You love those cheesy potatoes,” he muses. “If I knew you were going, I would have had you grab me something.”
I reach into my satchel and pull out a wrapped sandwich. “I picked this up for you.”
Max tips his head back and groans. “You are a goddess.”
I duck my head to hide my smile. “Thanks,” I tell him when I get myself under control.
“Did you get your bread too?” he asks.
I snort. “Really? You think I didn’t?” I pull the bread out. “I also grabbed you some.”
“Thanks,” he says, accepting the second loaf.
The first time Max brought me to London, he indulged me. He helped me create a list of things I wanted to do and made sure it happened. At the top of my list was Borough Market. We went and had a blast. We ate so much we went back to the hotel and passed out. We tried all of the stalls that we could in one day. We realized real quick that we would need to pick only the ones that interested us most because there was no way to do it all in one visit. Then we went back the next day and ate the ones that were still on our list.
Now, every time we come, we walk through and try any new stalls that have popped up since the last time while visiting some old favorites.
To date, it’s one of my top five travel memories.
Smiling, he shakes his head. “Oh, before I forget, I made reservations for Sunday roast.”
“Oh, where?” I ask as excitement fills me.
As cliché as it is, I love getting Sunday roast with Max every time we are in town. We’ve tried several different places over the years, but there is one that we keep circling back to.
“Why don’t we keep it a surprise?”
Once again, I bite back a smile. I love surprises. At least when Max is the one surprising me. The man has just known me for so long he knows what I like.
“If I didn’t know better Max, I would think you know me,” I tease.
