Presley nods. “They’ve had enough big changes.”
“True, and they already think you live there,” Alie says.
“Exactly. Rhyan cares more about her kingdom than us anyway.” Presley teases.
“She does have priorities,” I say.
The mention of the kids makes my heart squeeze. Not in a sad way though.
A good ache, like a reminder of the responsibility I want.
Presley’s hand finds mine under the table.
It’s like she always knows what I need.
As we finish lunch, Alie claps her hands.
“Okay, we’d better get going so we can get to Jersey in time to get Remy from school.”
Presley frowns. “What?”
I look at Liam, and he smirks back at me.
Alie smiles brightly. “Liam and I have everything covered. We’ll get Remy, then the girls, dinner, bedtime, and of course dragon diplomacy.”
“Dragon diplomacy is advanced,” Presley says.
“Eh, I’ve negotiated with worse enemies,” Liam says.
“That’s true,” Alie adds, smiling.
Presley looks between them. Then at me.
“Did you do this?”
I lean back in my chair. “I did nothing.”
“Saint.”
I smile, and her eyes narrow.
“You did something.”
I shrug.
“He got you a room at The Plaza for the night!” Alie says, practically bouncing in her chair.
Presley’s mouth drops open.
“The Plaza?” she repeats.
Why do I feel nervous all of a sudden?
“You deserve more than a courthouse wedding and going home to laundry,” I say.
Her expression softens.
“Saint …”
