Finally, Adam looked away, and even though Melanie felt a tiny break from his intense stare, the guilt stayed.
After all, she knew she'd brought up something that had probably hurt him deeply.. Memories he had probably pushed down, locked away, and she'd dragged them right back up.
She was about to apologize again when he gave her a grin. It didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Sweet melon," he said, his voice light, "you really do know how to hit where it hurts the most."
She winced.
Before she could say anything, he leaned forward and caught her hand. His grip was warm, and she turned her hand, holding his hand right back and stared at their interlocked fingers for a moment. Never in her craziest thoughts could she have imagined him and her sitting like that so easily.
"We'll do the talking, explaining and apologizing soon. Come on. Don't apologize. Eat first." He paused and then winked. "I guess we'll have to wait even longer for dessert."
