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another little bounce, but the last thing he was thinking about now was dying. All he could think about was Tatiana and him in the bedroom on the plane, making love.
    “You’re a beautiful woman, Tatiana. I’d have to be dead not to think about it,” he confessed.
    She swallowed hard and reached for the service button built into the arm of the chair. Calling for her security detail? But a moment later the young attendant who had been discreetly sitting in a chair near the cockpit approached them.
    “Is it too early to serve dinner, Kelly?” Tatiana asked, slipping into her more formal demeanor with the attendant.
    “Not at all, Princess Tatiana. What is your pleasure tonight? There is a wonderful pasta with scallops and shrimp, filet mignon with scalloped potatoes, or a vegetarian lasagna,” the young woman said and glanced between the two of them.
    As it had with Alexander the day before, Peter’s stomach growled noisily at the mention of food. He had been running around all day and hadn’t had a chance to grab anything to eat, not even one of the bags of snacks he always munched on.
    “Hungry?” Tatiana asked with a quirk of her full lips.
    “Ravenous. I didn’t get a chance to eat before boarding.”
    Tatiana said to the hostess, “The seafood pasta sounds delicious, Kelly.”
    Peter glanced at the young woman and asked, “Would it be too much to ask for the steak and the lasagna?”
    “Not at all, Detective Roman. Would you prefer red or white with the meal?”
    He shrugged, not particular, and asked Tatiana, “Do you have a preference?”
    “I know you’re supposed to have white with fish, but I love the heartiness of reds. Please pick a nice one for us, Kelly.”
    The young woman smiled and walked away to fulfill their requests. After instructing the chef waiting in the galley area, she returned with a cart where she had the open bottle of wine. She poured a splash in the first glass and handed it to Peter.
    He swirled it around and examined the fingers forming on the glass. Then he slurped up some of the wine, letting the air enhance the flavor of the wine.
    “Wonderful, Kelly. Thank you,” he said and returned the glass.
    She poured him more of the cabernet then served a glass for the princess.
    Tatiana took a sip and likewise approved. “Excellent. Thank you, Kelly.”
    The smells of dinner were starting to permeate the air in the cabin and as they sat there, quietly sipping their wine, Kelly set places for them at the table where Tatiana had been working earlier.
    “Henri, the chef, is amazing. I hope you’ll like your meals,” Tatiana said, a hint of humor in her voice.
    “A growing boy like me needs his nourishment,” he kidded right back.
    She made a circular motion around her waist and her crystal blue eyes glittered with merriment. “Definitely growing, all around.”
    Because he wanted to see that blush on her face again, he said, “Don’t worry, Tatiana. I know just the way to work off the calories.”
    The color on her cheeks hinted that she was totally onboard with how to help him work off those calories.
    She surprised him by saying with a grin, “Sadly, Peter, having sex barely works off more calories than walking up a flight of stairs.”
    Peter grinned back and leaned forward, pitched his voice low, and said, “Trust me, Tatochka. Making love with me will leave you breathless.”
    She nibbled her bottom lip and her nipples tightened into hard points even under the winter-weight v-neck she wore. There may be hope for him, after all.
    “Down boy,” she said, clearly flustered.
    He held a hand up in a gesture of surrender, but he was pleased with how he had affected her. They were both spared further comment by Kelly’s approach, pushing a second serving cart with their meals.
    “Time to eat,” she said, unbuckled, and walked across the narrow distance to the small table, where she buckled in again.
    Peter followed and sat across from her, and the hostess efficiently