Gideon groaned. Just moments ago, the morning had been quiet. He had been sitting across from a beautiful MILF, enjoying her cooking and the rare sense of peace. And now it was already gone.
"Should we just pretend we're not here?" he muttered.
Delilah lifted an eyebrow. "Why would we? Let them in. You still need to deal with that contract anyway, even if paperwork barely matters in this world."
"I know," he said, pushing back his chair. "It's mostly so there's proof we're working together."
He hesitated for a beat, then added more lightly, "And I wanted to spend a bit more time with you."
She laughed. "Don't flirt with me. I'm not as easy as my innocent, or stupid, daughters." She shook her head as if dismissing the thought entirely.
Gideon laughed too, louder than necessary, and went to open the door. The moment he did, he paused, eyes settling on a face he didn't recognize. So this was the lawyer.
