Kya returned to the table a few minutes later, her color slowly returning. The mushroom soup was gone, replaced with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle.
Julian stood as she approached. “Feeling better? This would help with your nausea.”
Kya nodded, easing back into her seat. “I think so. Thanks. Probably just lack of sleep from last night. Worrying about the interview kept me up.”
Julian’s expression softened. “Then I won’t bug you tonight. You’re going straight to bed.”
She smiled. “Bossy.”
“Caring,” he corrected, leaning closer. “And I’ll give you a massage with lavender oil. You’ll sleep like a baby.”
Kya’s smile widened. “I’d like that.”
Dinner continued gently, the earlier moment forgotten under the warmth of soft conversation and the comfort of being out in the open. No more hi
