The Forbidden Prince. Alison Roberts

the pocket of her apron. She pulled her pencil from behind her ear. ‘Was that one seafood risotto?’

      ‘Two.’ The customer glared at her. ‘And the linguine with lobster. And side salads. And we need some more water.’

      ‘No problem. Coming right up.’

      Mika stepped over a sleeping poodle, dodged a small child and turned sideways to give Margaret room to carry a tray past her.

      ‘Thanks, hon.’

      Margaret had a nice smile, too. And long blonde hair. And legs that went on for ever under that short skirt.