Heat rushed to my face so fast I was sure my ears were burning. For half a second, I seriously considered pretending I wasn’t there—like if I stayed still enough, I might simply cease to exist.
Unfortunately, Nathan was still staring at me.
“I—” I cleared my throat, immediately regretting it when a cloud of flour puffed into the air. I coughed, waved my hand, and forced myself to straighten, smacking my head lightly against the top shelf in the process. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“I was… checking the inventory,” I blurted out.
Nathan's eyes flicked briefly to the shelves behind me. “In the dark?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I find it helps me… focus.”
From the corner of my eye, I caught Miriam turning her back to us, shoulders shaking. Traitor.
I tried again. “Miriam aske
