“I think I should get used to saving you, don’t you think so, neighbor?” Elijah teased as he led Amara to a table at the far end of the auction room.
It was secluded, but with a great view of the stage.
Amara eyed him, refusing to play along with his jest.
When they arrived at the table, Elijah pulled a chair open for her and took his seat in the chair opposite her.
“Not gonna thank me?”
“I could have easily handled that situation, Elijah.” Amara retorted, shrugging her shoulder.
She couldn’t help the smile that made it’s way onto her lips when he feigned hurt, placing his hand across his chest and dramatically sighing, just like when they had first met.
“That’s the thanks I get for helping you out.”
“What? We’re you expecting another home cooked meal?”
Elijah
