Charis
Rhett spotted me first, his face lighting up with a smile that made my heart do little flips in my chest. He crossed to me immediately, his hands coming up to frame my face as he leaned down to kiss me softly.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured against my lips. "Did you sleep well?"
Before I could answer, Slater appeared beside us and swept me off my feet, literally lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the coffee table, where he deposited me gently on one of the cushions.
"Breakfast is almost ready," he said, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. "Kael's been cooking for the past hour."
Rhett settled beside me and handed me his tablet, the screen already open to what appeared to be some catalogue of a shopping website. "I need you to make a selection," he said.
I looked down at the tablet with confusion. It was a catalogue for beds—specifically king-sized mattresses, bed frames, and luxury bedding sets.
"Why exactly do I need to select a bed?" I asked.
