"Lunch is ready," Rosie said as she got the dining table in the kitchen ready. The three of them usually just ate at the counter, but since they had more guests for lunch, she would put in the extra effort.
She turned towards the doors as they opened, expecting her boss and Mafia King to walk in, only to do a double-take at the sight of them.
Davian frowned slightly when Rosie took one look at him and hastily looked away, hiding a snicker in her palm. He reached up a hand to touch his hair, figuring out the situation right away.
His mate had left his short, drying hair sticking out in tufts, and he could imagine the comical picture he painted. He could easily straighten his hair out, but Lake's and Rosie's faces reddening from how hard they tried to keep their chuckles in was far nicer.
"Let me help you with that," He offered, going over to help Rosie.
