Soon enough, Ash and Duke slipped into their own world, their whispered banter bouncing between affectionate and sarcastic, like no one else was even there.
Lara smiled softly at the sight.
There was something comforting about being near people who were unafraid to be themselves.
Then she felt something graze her pinky finger.
She flinched slightly and turned her head to Reagan, who was now leaning against the table with his elbow propped up. His chin rested on the back of his hand as he looked at her, his green eyes steady, curious, and slightly amused.
“What?” Lara asked, her voice soft.
“I’m still curious,” Reagan murmured, gently toying with her pinky finger. “What would’ve been your answer to Ash’s question?”
Lara blinked. “You’re actually serious about that?”
He gave a ligh
