“One o’clock on most days. Meet us in the hotel restaurant?”
“It’s a date.”
Tudor’s stomach fluttered at the word “date”. It sounded perfect, making it easy for him to forget he was way past the butterflies-in-the-stomach age.
THE NEXT DAY WAS a messy blur. Tudor overslept, so he rushed through a shower and getting dressed. His morning workout was the first to go, and then he turned his normal half-hour breakfast with Radu into a mad dash to gulp down some food and coffee. Work flew by, even if he was checking the time way too often. He couldn’t wait for lunch, so he ended up smiling more at the people with whom he was working side by side. They initially gave him some weird looks, but the atmosphere in the office relaxed and Tudor could swear they were all making faster progress.
When
