ADELE’S POV

“Goddess, you both should get a room,” Emilia said, her voice laced with amusement as she fanned herself dramatically with one of the menu drafts.

I turned to her, blinking like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “What?”

She smirked, leaning back in her chair with that queenly grace that made even teasing look elegant. Her hand rested on her belly bump, which seemed to grow a little every day. “That man has been looking at you like he wants to devour you. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you sneaking glances back.”

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. “I don’t know what...