It was over an hour later before Makayla and Brian came downstairs. Tyrell and Helen were seated at a table near the corner. From Tyrell’s empty plate and Helen’s almost empty one, Makayla knew they had given up waiting for them.
“Morning,” Makayla said, not looking at Tyrell’s pointed gaze.
“Brian, I hope you plan on making an honest woman out of Makayla,” Tyrell growled playfully, turning on Brian when Makayla refused to be baited.
Makayla leaned over, picked up the knife off of Helen’s plate, and pointed it at Tyrell. She gave him a look that warned him to be careful what words he said next. Helen’s amused chuckle told her that the innkeeper was watching with a wide, unsure expression.
“Glad you’re having some fun, my friend,” Tyrell said with a chuckle before slapping Brian on the
