I winked. “I’m that important.”
Sam chuckled. “Whatever. I can order our food.”
With a curt nod, I left him to it. Our bags had arrived, and I sent one of the bellhops to Sam’s room, and the other followed me to mine. By the time I’d unpacked my suit and changed out of my traveling clothes, Sam was calling out that our food had arrived.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sam
I staredat Lukas’s dinner. It was a red soup, maybe tomato. His drink was also red, though it was a richer color. This was the red-star meal? Tomato soup and fruit punch?
I felt like a glutton ordering lobster bisque, spaghetti Bolognese, and a slice of cheesecake. Should I not have ordered all this food?
Lukas sat across from me and if he thought my decisions were a lot, he didn’t hint at anything. I didn’t want to be rude and ask him why he wasn’t really eating. No one wanted to feel like their choices were weird. I ate the best lobster bisque I’d ever had, devoured the spaghetti, and inhaled the cheesecake.
After I was done I glanced at Lukas, who sat back in his chair and had an almost indulgent expression on his face.
“Sorry.” I wiped my mouth.
“Why are you apologizing, Sam?”
I motioned to my plates and to his lone bowl. “I ate so much, which I’m sure wasn’t cheap, and all you had was soup?”
He gently shook his head. “I’m glad you ate, and I’m assuming you enjoyed it?” I nodded. “I explained that my diet is different, and this was exactly what I wanted.”
“Is your diet medical or chosen?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Interesting question. Little of both, actually.”
I sipped my water. “Yeah, I used to have to be so careful what I ate and even then, it didn’t like to stay down. Once I figured out the things that worked, I opted to only eat those. Is it kind of the same thing?”
“Kind of, yes.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “You no longer have that strict diet?”
“No.”
I didn’t want to get into my years of sickness and when he nodded and stood, I was relieved.
“Tomorrow we have a very busy day. We will go to a wonderful spa, get our hair cut, and of course the gala.”
“Spa?”
“Yes. I figured it would be nice to be pampered a little before the festivities.”
Who was this man? Was he even the grumpy man who had a rude comeback for every situation?
“That’s…nice?”
He released an amused huff. “Are you asking me if it’s nice?”
“Um…no?”
He pushed his chair in. “Good night, Sam. Sleep well.”
I watched Lukas walk away, confusion wrapping around me like an overheated blanket. What was happening right now? Why was he suddenly being so nice to me? Asking me to the city, a gala, this ridiculous hotel room, and now a spa day? Was I dreaming? I pinched myself.
“Ouch.”Okay, not dreaming.
I didn’t know what to do with the dishes. I figured they’d stay here, and someone would retrieve them. I went to my bedroom. This was insane! The view was stunning and though the hour was getting later, the city didn’t look to be slowing down. How was this my life right now?
