Damon and Talia returned to the packhouse at sunset. They headed to their bedroom to tidy up before they came down for dinner, and the way they were connected at the hips told everyone that they worked out whatever was going on.
No one mentioned Jade or any other pressing matter. It was like no one wanted to bother with negativity during the meal.
When all the food was served, Zina gingerly joined the table at Talia's and Dawn's insistence. They were all friends and familiar with each other, but Zina thought that chattering in the kitchen was one thing, while dining together with guests present was another.
Damon hovered around Talia who looked at him with hearts in her eyes, and he managed to keep her plate filled with food, to feed both her and himself, and whenever he had a free hand, he would reach for hers to hold it. The mood was so lovey-dovey, that others avoided looking at them.
