Preoccupied Minds

She didn't eat butternut. Seeing the soup instantly made her frown.

But she didn't dare throw away something Declan had made.

"Sit," Declan said, coming out of the kitchen with two glasses of warm milk.

Elise looked tired, probably from lack of sleep.

"Thanks for last night," Declan said.

"Don't mention it," she replied flatly, stirring the unappetizing breakfast in front of her.

"It's cooled down