40. The deal

[Carys]

I waited for him to finish his meal.

And he took his dear time finishing the steak.

I helped myself with the red wine in the meantime.

I took a sip, the strong flavor of the wine spreading across my tongue.

He reached out for the salt shaker that was obviously out of his reach, so I passed him the shaker tray.

Without looking up at me, he gave a formal gratitude-filled nod.

I looked at the salad and then stole a glance at him.

As far as I remember, he always had a balanced meal. If there was meat on the menu, which was a little heavy, he usually paired it with salad.

My fingers tightened around the stem of my wine goblet as I debated with myself if I should pass him the salad or not. Well, if he wanted the salad, he’d get it. Thinking of passing a bowl of salad had never been more nerve-wrecking.

I straightened my spine and slid the bowl of salad within his reach. I nonchalantly brought the goblet to my lips. Subtly aware of his every action.

He stopped eating and gl