“Come on, spit it out. I can tell you’re thinking something.”
“I was just wondering if making you feel welcome was the only thing on this Thorne’s mind.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She frowned. Thorne hadn’t done anything to make her think he was after anything more than just friendly co-worker relationship.
Warren stopped what he was doing, laid the knife on the cutting board. Leaning over the counter. “It’s been more than two years. I know it’s been a rough two years, but it was Thomas who died not you.”
“I’m well aware of that, thank you.”
“Are you really?” Warren picked the knife back up and went back to what he was doing. “Have you even thought about dating?”
“Well. No.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve been a little busy.” She gave a dry laugh. “In case you haven’t noticed by the screamin
