"Just a heads up, Lake is going to want to eat this for dinner," Caspian tattled to Davian.
He had joined the Mafia King in the kitchen to learn the recipe while Lake discussed with Asher. Davian might have been the one to make the visit, but Lake still ran the Mafia House, so it was up to the two of them to make plans.
Davian kept a poker face, his mate had been pregnant for twenty-one weeks, and he still hadn't figured out how to turn him down when he had cravings. "If he wants to, he will." He muttered, "I haven't figured out a way to stop him yet."
Caspian patted his arm comfortingly, the hulking Mafia King was in a flower-patterned apron, and it suited him. "Can't say I blame you. Keep blueberries away from Rosie as well." He made sure to tag on.
Katya was notorious for her preferential treatment of Omegas, but it was evident she had a really favorable opinion of Davian. Her face glowed with approval at how quickly he picked up on her recipe.
