Silas's blood ran cold. His heart plummeted to his stomach. The last thing he needed was for Esme to misinterpret this situation. Her eyes, filled with a flicker of surprise, landed on them.
Esme's steps came to a halt. She was surprised to see Maya with Silas, who seemed nervous. A knot of worry tightened in Esme's stomach. Had something happened to him while she was gone?
Before she could ask anything, Maya approached her with a saccharine grin plastered across her face. "There you are! I also came to use the restroom and ran into your husband. We were just having a little chat."
"I see." Esme returned her smile.
Silas, concern etched on his features, reached for Esme, fearing Maya would do something to her. "Esme, come here. Are you okay, love? You were gone such a long time." His worried gaze swept over her, lingering on the flush creeping up her neck.