Fly With Me by Hudson Lin

Author:Hudson Lin [Lin, Hudson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HBL Press

Chapter Five

Marco led Vivian across the big lawn.

“When you said dinner, I didn’t think you meant a picnic.” Vivian laughed. The sun was starting to set, but there were still plenty of people lounging around on the grass.

“French restaurants are amazing, definitely. But how many times do you get the opportunity to have a picnic under the Eiffel Tower?” Marco nodded toward the famous tower at the far end of the lawn.

“Okay, fair point. But how did you know I’d agree to it?”

They’d stopped by their hotel where a basket and a blanket had been waiting for them. Marco had taken a gamble when he arranged the little surprise with the concierge.

“I thought you were the type.” He set the basket down and unfurled the blanket.

“The type?” Vivian eyed him suspiciously.

“To be up for anything.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“To never back down from a challenge.”

She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “That’s not always a good thing.”

“But in this case, it’s going to be amazing, Viv. Trust me.” Marco waved his arms over their setting for the evening.

Vivian stared at him for a moment, like she wasn’t sure about any of this. She opened her mouth but snapped it shut before she said anything.

“Something wrong?” Marco asked.

“No, nothing.” She grinned a little sheepishly. “Only my parents ever called me Viv.”

Oh, right. She’d mentioned that before, and Marco had completely forgotten. The nickname had slipped out without him even realizing it.

“I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.”

She waved away the apology as she slipped off her sandals and settled onto the blanket. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Marco warmed from the inside out, and he dropped down next to her.

He’d given some general instructions but mostly left the concierge to work his magic. No one knew how to put together a picnic like a Parisian. Pulling the basket toward him, he took out a baguette, three kinds of cheeses, two types of meats, and a boatload of fruit. Plus a bottle of rosé and a corkscrew.

“Oh my god, can you believe this spread?” Vivian picked up one of the cheeses and examined the label. “Comté. I’ve never tried this before.” She lifted it to her nose and took a sniff. “Mm, smells cheesy.”

Marco laughed. “I’d be worried if it didn’t.” He picked up another. “This is crottin de Chavignol, a goat cheese. And this is a brie. Plus some pork salami and terrine de foie gras.” He held up a jar of beige-yellow paste.

“What’s that?” Vivian took it from him to study.

“Essentially, duck paté. You’re okay with liver, right?”

She gave him an are-you-kidding-me look. “I’m Chinese. I’ll eat pretty much anything.” She plucked a grape from its stem and popped it into her mouth. “Oh God.” She groaned, putting a hand over her mouth. “It’s just a grape. How can it taste so good?”

The sound hit Marco straight in the gut. “Everything tastes better in Europe.” He popped the wine and poured them each a glass. Handing one to Vivian, he held his out for a clink.

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