She sucked in a breath and raised her head to meet a pair of equally morose, dark eyes.
"Brandon Heath, it's not that painful anymore, I just..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he tightened his grip on her hand, "I'm sorry."
His voice was steady, a thick layer of self-blame in his eyes. His hoarse voice repeated the words, "I'm sorry, Aria."
"I've told you, it's not your fault," Aria Rowlett held his hand, "You don't have to apologize to me. If you really think it's your fault, you can do something else to make it up to me."
"What do you want me to do?" Brandon Heath asked immediately.
Aria Rowlett's eyes flicked around. She thought for a moment, then said, "I just realized... I've never tasted a meal cooked by you. How about making me a meal?"
It was likely that Brandon Heath was the type who kept his hands clean of all trivialities.
Probably never set foot in a kitchen.
Aria Rowlett was just talking casually and she didn't really expect him to cook for her.
