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She merely tilted her head. An amused smile played on her lips. “Suit yourselves, but come in all the same. There’s more than just food in the kitchen.”
Like what?
“Come on.” She disappeared back into the house.
There was a silence, filled only by the distant song of the crickets and the faint sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
I exchanged another glance with Max. “Everything will be fine.”
His brown eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion. “I got your back, Em.”
“And I have yours.” I pointed at him. “That’s why you can tell me what’s going on.”
“One problem at a time, Em.” With a sigh, he pushed himself off the railing and walked towards the house.
Frowning, I followed suit.
Yet, unease settled deeper into my bones.
What did Delphine have in store?
But more importantly, what was going on with Max? That worried expression, the unanswered calls.
It was a puzzle, one that I knew I had to solve before it was too late.
But for now, I had to focus on the task at hand, whatever Delphine was planning.
Chapter fourteen
Hell to the No
Emily
Maxwell and I stepped into Delphine’s kitchen, while she busied herself in the back corner.
The heavy scent of spices and herbs filled the air.
Pungent and earthy.
I went over to the worn oak table in the center, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
The wooden chair creaked beneath me.
Maxwell sat next to me.
I took in the space.
The kitchen was more than just a room. It was a realm of its own.
Rows of wooden cabinets stood against the walls, aged and scuffed with markings from years past.
Only God knew what Delphine would have in here.
Glass jars—meticulously arranged in neat rows—lined the expansive wooden shelves that stretched from the floor to the high ceilings.
Each jar was different in size, shape, and the curious contents it held.
Among the countless containers, many held an assortment of herbs—from the common to the obscure. Dried leaves of basil, rosemary, and thyme. Their muted green tones contrasted against the darker hues of jars full of various berries. Some of the herbs looked familiar, reminiscent of ones I had seen in baba’s kitchen.
