My heart thudded as I waited for her answer, silently praying I hadn’t overstepped again.
Her eyes flickered, glancing around as she mulled it over.
“It doesn’t have to be far,” I said quickly, trying to ease the pressure. “We could meet somewhere close to the hospital. That way, if anything happens with Soya or the little girl, you’ll still be right there.”
She drew in a sharp breath, then exhaled slowly, her shoulders softening. “Let me take you to dinner instead,” she offered. “I’ve got a lot on my plate during the day. Dinner works better. Please?”
I nodded without hesitation. “Dinner it is then. But I’m paying.”
Just then, someone stepped into the elevator.
Amara shook her head. “No. I want to treat you. It’s important to me,” she insisted.
I studied her face. There was somethi
