Dan glanced at Killian, sitting at the dining table with a stiff expression, gripping his glass without any real intention of drinking from it. Across from him, Anna sat with a forced smile, trying to look relaxed, even though her eyes kept seeking Killian’s attention. Well, maybe that wasn’t too unusual, but for Dan—who knew the history between them—he just kept eating, not bothering to interrupt anything.
Between them, Dan casually chewed his food, looking like he was actually enjoying the meal Anna had brought. “Gotta admit, your cooking’s still as good as ever,” he said, scooping another spoonful onto his plate.
Anna gave a small smile, though it was obvious that wasn’t the kind of compliment she wanted. Not from Dan, at least. Her gaze flicked back to Killian, who was eating too,
