"Not often enough," Lexi murmured, her fingertips ghosting along Cecilia's cheek. But she'd caught that little moment, the tense set of Cecilia's lips, the way her back had stiffened, and Lexi let her hand fall away with a slight smile. She opened the door to her shop, gesturing Cecilia in.
"We'll eat in the kitchen. It's warmer in there, and I don't have to turn on as many lights." Candles were easily found, set on the table, bathing the room in a soft, flickering glow. "Please, sit. Relax. I'll get the wine."