She directed her question at me, but her eyes were glued to Braxton, as if seeking his approval. Before I could respond, he said, “Of course, come eat. If you see anything else you like, feel free to order it.”
With a bright smile, Lila glided over to sit at his right side, her laughter bubbling over as she said, “No need! You ordered all my favorites.”
Braxton’s expression froze momentarily, and I caught the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced between us. I kept my demeanor neutral, my heart steady despite the storm brewing inside.
“Eat more if you like,” I offered, trying to keep the peace.
His face relaxed, but I could sense the lingering questions in his gaze. “Calla, if you want anything, just order it.”
He handed me the menu, and I smiled politely, shaking my head. “No, I just heard something awful this morning, and I can’t shake the feeling. My appetite’s gone.”
His frown deepened. “What happened?”
Feigning nonchalance, I replied, “It’s about my friend. Her boyfriend cheated on her, indulging in her home-cooked meals while sneaking bites from his mistress. He was driving drunk this morning and got into an accident. They say he might not make it.”