Rurik growled to himself and left her to answer the door. A man in a waitstaff uniform rolled in a cart with covered serving trays. He paid the man, who set the dishes on the table and promptly rolled the cart back out.

"What kind of apartment building has room service?" she asked as he lifted the lid to reveal two steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes. She'd always loved a good steak.

"I own this building, and I like the convenience, so I had a skilled kitchen ...