Lynn's POV :
I nervously poked at my lasagna, stealing glances at Alan sitting next to me. My heart fluttered every time our eyes met, but my stomach was in knots. The clinking of silverware and the soft crackle of the fireplace filled the silence between us.
"This is delicious, Lynn," Alan said, flashing me that crooked smile that always made me melt. "I've missed your cooking."
"Thanks, Aria did most of the work," I murmured, warmth spreading through my chest. "I'm just glad you're here."
Adonis cleared his throat.
"Yes, it's nice to have you join us, Alan. How are you finding the clinic?"
I held my breath, watching Alan's reaction. To my relief, he nodded politely.
"It's... different. But I'm managing."
As they continued to chat, I found myself relaxing. The nervous energy tha
