“You don’t have to hold my hand, you know?” Becky whispered as they finally left the room and descended the stairs.
“You would rather I carried you over my shoulder?” Roman asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Becky’s cheeks flushed instantly, and she averted her gaze, murmuring, “Never mind.”
Chuckling, Roman tightened his grip on her hand, leading her into the kitchen without further comment. In the kitchen, they found Lucy seated at the pristine marble island, sipping juice and flipping through a recipe book. The moment they entered, Lucy looked up, her face breaking into a warm smile.
“Well, look at that. They’re still alive. I was starting to think I might need to call the emergency services or something,” Lucy remarked, her perceptive gaze shifting between Roman and Becky
