The hot soup splashed. Julian Vaughn quickly stood up, grabbed a towel, and pressed it to her hand. "Did you get burned? Go rinse it with cold water in the bathroom..."
Before he could finish, Mia Grant pulled her hand back and smiled. "I didn't."
She used the towel to wipe the moisture from the back of her hand, then passed the soup to him.
Julian Vaughn looked at the back of her hand; it was a little red.
He looked at her with concern.
Mia Grant shook her hand. "It's really nothing. I don't feel any pain."
"It wasn't that hot. Try it if you don't believe me." She pointed to the soup by his hand.
Julian Vaughn checked and found it really wasn't as hot as he'd imagined, so he sat back down, relieved.
After a pause, he asked, "Did that scare you?"
Snapping out of her daze, Mia Grant shook her head. "I just think it's absurd. Don't you? Who would actually listen to her and try to kill me?"
Julian Vaughn readily agreed. "I won't contact her anymore."
