Okay. It wasn't over. Foreman pulled his hand back. Amber's apology should have been enough. It wasn't like he'd thought through what he'd just said; it had come out, just like his admission about his mom earlier today. He told Amber this shit and then there was no way to call it back. She was right. It hadn't been his fault and there was nothing he could have done, so it was stupid to have felt bad about it. Foreman sat back a bit, drawing into himself. Amber didn't look any closer to feeling better, but she also looked like she'd bite his head off if he even said something else.

He stirred his soup and started eating it. It was delicious, exactly what he needed, rich and hot. If only his mind would stop circling around for something safe to say, some topic that wouldn't set either of them off, then he would have been perfectly content. As it was, physically at least he was completely content. That went a long way toward keeping him from arguing with Amber when she clearly didn't want to be argued with. Before Shanelle had walked in, he'd noticed Amber looking around, studying what everyone else was having. The corn chowder had been pretty popular. She would have ordered it if she'd wanted some, but it didn't hurt to make a peace offering, anything to clear the air.

"This is good. Want to try it?" Foreman lifted his spoon, half offering it to Amber, being sure to keep his voice neutral. If she didn't, no skin off his nose, he was enjoying it and didn't need to share. If she did, it didn't have to mean anything other than she liked soup.