Nyla examined the ornate packages with an appreciative nod. “Your mother has impeccable taste. My gratitude to you, Denver, and do extend my thanks to her as well.”
“Naturally.” Denver’s smile lingered as he stole a glance at his watch. “It being the weekend, are you alone here?”
Nyla arched a knowing brow. A seasoned matriarch, she caught the quiet intent behind Denver’s inquiry like a hawk spotting its prey.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “There are others about,” she replied lightly. “Though I suspect you’ve got a particular soul in mind, haven’t you?”
Denver’s cheeks flushed a soft crimson, caught off guard. “Not at all. Just making conversation.”
“Is that so?” Nyla chuckled, her tone teasing. “Well, Eric is the only one at home. But I bet he is not the one you’re hoping to see.”
At the mention of only Eric, a flicker of disappointment shadowed Denver’s face.
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