Luna spent two days not mentioning the dinner.
This was unprecedented. Luna not mentioning something she had strong feelings about was a behavioral anomaly that registered through the pack bond as the specific quality of a person sitting on a live wire and choosing, with enormous effort, not to vibrate.
I noticed. I said nothing. The noticing was enough — she could feel me noticing, and the fact that I wasn't pressing was its own kind of support, which she acknowledged by leaving an excellent piece of pastry outside my kitchen door one morning with no note.
I ate the pastry.
She came to find me.
"He picked the restaurant," she said, standing in my kitchen doorway with her arms crossed and the expression of someone reporting a development they have categorized as significant.
"Did he?
