Meandering the few feet over to the end of the bar, Silas scanned the décor and menu. “Wide variety they have here,” he said, glancing at the pastry case. “Are you hungry? Should we get you something?” “You’re never going to let me live down that one fainting episode, are you?” “Of course I won’t,” he said. “And you didn’t answer my questions.” Sighing, she hoisted her purse higher onto her shoulder. “Yes, I’m hungry. No, I don’t want anything.”
