And somehow...
That unsettled her far more than if he had simply admitted it.
The conversation about Mrs. Bennett eventually faded as they continued walking through the park.
At least on the surface.
Unfortunately, Elena's mind kept replaying one particular moment.
Who said I was performing?
The irritating man hadn't even elaborated afterward.
He had simply continued walking as if he hadn't just dropped a question capable of ruining her entire evening.
Elena was still debating whether she wanted to strangle him or ignore him when something familiar caught her eye.
Her steps slowed.
Alaric noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
"What is it?"
Elena quickly looked away.
"Nothing."
Alaric followed her line of sight.
Then his lips twitched.
A small food cart stood near the fountain.
Bright lights.
Colorful signs.
The unmistakable smell of fried food.
Corn dogs.
His expression immediately turned knowing.
Elena suddenly felt exposed.
"No."
Alaric looked amused.
