Chapter 54
Brielle
While I do not think it is obvious to any of our table’s occupants but me, I can tell by the way Allen’s body is angled that he is determined to remain a human shield for me.
I cut my eyes to his, but the tiny shake of his head tells me all I need to know – his senses are heightened based on the seating arrangement we stumbled into.
Of all the tables in the room, I try to tell him with my eyes.
I know. I’ve got this, is the reassuring sentiment I see when he holds my gaze, then squeezes my shoulder lightly.
With effort, I return my focus to the others at the table – Anne and her husband Benji, Lydia and her wife Sue, and another couple that I have never met.
“Hi, we’re Dan and Matha Elkins,” the woman says to me with a smile. “Originally from northern Utah. We rel
