Rafe's POV
Finally, I heard her talking to Kael.
"Umm… Roman… I don't see him?" she asked.
I finally looked toward her, a small smile playing on my lips.
At the same time, Kael looked at me with his usual calm gaze. He clearly understood what I was trying to do.
He looked back at Eira and answered, "There's some important work at the office that needs his presence. He might return late tonight."
She simply hummed, while I said, "I should take lunch to him?"
"Why?" a voice came through — Lucian. "Are you his wife?"
"I can be, if he wants me to be," I said shamelessly. "Or he won't eat the entire day. You know how workaholic he is."
"No need. He won't eat anyway," Jason said as he brought the food to the table. "He always wastes food when he's working."
"He just needs someone to force him to stop working and eat," Lucian added. "And none of us is that someone. Last time I tried, he kicked me out of the office," he frowned, "That cold bastard."
