Chapter 3

Baxter came out of the kitchen with a plate of omelette, the very first dish I'd ever taught him to make.

Then, he thoughtfully pulled out a chair for me. "What are you standing there for? Sit down."

I sat down and quietly tried some omelette.

He took a couple of bites, then set down his fork, his gaze landing on my face. "Lorelei, are you still mad at me?

"Once we get back from Amberbridge, we'll have our wedding. I swear, this time I really mean it."

"The food's getting cold." I lowered my head and kept eating quietly.