Amara froze with her fingers curled around the edge of the menu. It was ridiculous, honestly. Her brain emptied out in the most inconvenient way possible. She wasn't even thinking about Theron like that. She'd only said his name because the silence was suffocating and people tended to grab the first conversational branch they could reach.
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Great. She looked like a stunned pigeon.
And maybe she would've stood there gaping forever if the door hadn't burst open.
The waitress swooped in like a guardian angel with a tray of sweating glasses. If gratitude had a face, Amara probably looked exactly like that. The young woman placed the drinks down and gave her a polite smile, oblivious to the pressure in the room.
"Your iced tea, miss."
Amara grabbed the glass with both hands and took a gulp big enough to drown in. The cold hit her throat and cooled her entire spine. Darien raised one of his eyebrow.
"Thirsty, huh?"
