Elijah finally gave in, scooping a small spoonful of flan and offering it to Aspen, who accepted it with a delighted snarf. Rae crouched beside him, wagging a finger sternly. “Non, cher! You get dessert, oui, but if you fart, he’s your new sleeping buddy tonight. Compris?”
Aspen blinked, clearly weighing the threat against the dessert, then happily settled into eating while keeping one cautious eye on Rae, as if to challenge her warning.
Del snorted, reaching for a piece of chocolate pie. “I swear, he’s more dramatic than a soap opera star.”
Trey leaned back in his chair, grinning. “I think he’s already claimed the lead role.”
Will chuckled, glancing at Elaine and Marcus. “You two must be used to this chaos with the three of them now.”
Elaine shook her head, laughing despite herself.
