Amelia’s eyes flickered to her purse on the table. She needed it, but how could she grab them without arousing his suspicion? Her mind raced with escape plans, but each one felt risky. She couldn’t afford to panic; she needed to act like everything was fine.
“Sorry I took so long,” Amelia said, forcing a casual laugh as she reached for her glass, her fingers trembling slightly. She hoped Jonathan wouldn’t notice the crack in her composure. She needed to stall, to buy herself time to figure out her next move.