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“
Not
particularly
.
”
His
mouth
tightens
into
that
hard
line
.
“
You
must
eat
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
chides
.
“
I
know
a
great
place
near
Olympia
.
We
’
ll
stop
there
.
”
He
squeezes
my
knee
again
,
and
then
returns
his
hand
to
the
steering
wheel
as
he
puts
his
foot
down
on
the
gas
.
I
’
m
pressed
into
the
back
of
my
seat
.
Boy
,
this
car
can
move
.
THE
RESTAURANT
IS
SMALL
and
intimate
,
a
wooden
chalet
in
the
middle
of
a
forest
.
The
décor
is
rustic
:
random
chairs
and
tables
with
gingham
tablecloths
,
wild
flowers
in
little
vases
.
CUISINE
SAUVAGE
,
it
boasts
above
the
door
.
“
I
’
ve
not
been
here
for
a
while
.
We
don
’
t
get
a
choice
—
they
cook
whatever
they
’
ve
caught
or
gathered
.
”
He
raises
his
eyebrows
in
mock
horror
,
and
I
have
to
laugh
.
The
waitress
takes
our
drinks
order
.
She
flushes
when
she
sees
Christian
,
avoiding
eye
contact
with
him
,
hiding
under
her
long
blond
bangs
.
She
likes
him
!
It
’
s
not
just
me
!
“
Two
glasses
of
the
Pinot
Grigio
,
”
Christian
says
with
a
voice
of
authority
.
I
purse
my
lips
,
exasperated
.
“
What
?
”
he
snaps
.
“
I
wanted
a
Diet
Coke
,
”
I
whisper
.
His
gray
eyes
narrow
,
and
he
shakes
his
head
.
