Georgia handed her a mug, smiling. “Good morning.”
“Best morning ever,” May said, taking a sip and sighing with happiness.
They all settled around the small kitchen table, the soft clink of plates and quiet talk filling the space. Georgia placed the eggs, toast, and fruit in the middle, and they served themselves.
Damien leaned back in his chair, grinning. “I could get used to this. Waking up to coffee and breakfast made by Georgia.”
May giggled. “Don’t get too comfortable. We need to get back home and clean up before work.”
Damien groaned, but nodded. “You’re right. As much as I’d like to stay here all day.”
Lucian didn’t say much. But now and then, Georgia felt his gaze on her. It wasn’t heavy, just there...
After they finished, Damien pushed back his chair with a stretch. “Alrigh
