“I am well,” he assured her, whisking together a few ingredients into a simple dressing that he then drizzled over the salad. “And glad that you are feeling better. I’m sure you know how worried we all were.” Glancing at the main dish, and deciding it needed a few more minutes of simmering, Elijah turned, leaning against the counter, his glass of wine in hand as he studied her.
They had been worried and he was still very much concerned. “You seem to have leapt right back into your normal frenzied pace which would indicate just how much better you seem to feel.” Not that Elijah could claim to be entirely innocent in that regard. Life as a financier meant long hours and international calls. But he hardly juggled quite as much as Freya did.
“When is your next trip?’ He said it casually enough but Elijah was certain she would divine the hidden message and respond in kind. Gaze never left hers, though one hand stretched out, turning the stove off. The coq au vin was done but he wanted to gauge her response.