Tim frowned.

Martier nodded. "Not very well. Tim cooks much better than I do." Her eyes moved from Elaina to Tim. She guessed that Elaina didn't much care for her. Maybe they could be friends with Tim because she had no intentions of ever returning.

"Tim," Elaina said. "May I see you in the kitchen?" She jumped out of her chair and stormed out of the room.

Tim's mouth stood agape. He glanced at Martier. "Give me a minute. I'm sorry." He left the table and ...