Talia smiled up at Dane as Annabelle closed the door of the apartment behind them. They’d been among the first to leave. Talia had pled exhaustion and it hadn’t been an excuse. She’d had a full day, several phone meetings, and a site consult, and she’d begun to lag about half an hour ago. “Sure. Dinner was wonderful. Of course, it’s hard not to be when a chef makes it.” Dane nodded. “True. Annabelle’s a good cook but she’s been busy lately. Between her shop and the wedding, she’s burning the candle at both ends. The honeymoon will be good for her.” Dane sounded truly concerned and he went up another notch in Talia’s estimation. “She’s always been like this, though. Always busy. I think she likes it that way.” “Sounds like you’re pretty busy yourself.” “Only way to be. It means you’re doing something right.” The elevator arrived with a muted ding.
