Hazel's POV"Fate really is a funny thing," Rhys said with a smile, pulling out a chair for me. "The woman who spilled coffee on me at the airport turns out to be the strategist I've been looking for.""Maybe it was meant to be," I said, sitting down gracefully. "But for now, perhaps we should talk business.""No rush," he said, pouring two glasses of red wine. "Let's eat first. I'd like to get to know my business partner better."The dinner was exquisite—pan-seared duck breast, truffle pasta, and an array of fine side dishes.Just as I was about to take a bite of the pasta, Rhys suddenly said, "Wait. This has rosemary in it."I paused. "What's wrong?""You don't like rosemary, do you?" he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I'll have them remake it for you."I stared at him, stunned.How did he know I didn't like rosemary?We'd only met once, and it was a complete accident."How did you know that?""At the airport, you specifically asked for no rosemary syrup in
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