Third Person's POV
He brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. "I might be swayed by others, but tonight's little tantrum should keep her in check for a year or so."
Adelaide chuckled. "She must be thoroughly frightened."
And frightened she was. Beata could hardly contain herself as she reported, "Susan is still pacing the yard."
Adelaide burst into laughter, pushing Lance away as she hopped off the table. "Alright, tell Susan that Lance has calmed down."
"Right away!" Beata replied, then leaned back into the doorway with a twinkle in her eye. "The hot water is ready. Just let us know if you need assistance—we're right outside."
Adelaide deliberately ignored the hint of teasing in Beata's eyes. "No need for assistance. You may all retire early."
"Alright," Beata withdrew, instructing
