Something in his tone made Amelia narrow her eyes. She stared at Alan for a long moment before asking, "What is that supposed to mean"
Alan lifted his shoulders in an innocent shrug. "Just making conversation"
Amelia did not buy it. Chasing that topic felt like stepping into quicksand. One wrong move and she would be sinking deeper than she could handle. Instead of engaging further she turned away and retreated to the kitchen hoping the familiar rhythm of cooking would cool the faint burn rising in her cheeks. Chopping vegetables arranging spices stirring simmering broth the steady routine pulled her mind into calmer waters.
