The aroma of freshly prepared food drifted through the suite, filling the air with a warm, inviting scent that made Voren stop in the doorway.
For a moment, he stood there, torn between the irresistible temptation of the dining table and his desperate need to take a shower. Before he could make up his mind, Espe settled the matter for him by wrapping her tiny hands around his neck and looking up at him.
"Daddy, you need to shower."
He had barely gotten the chance to reach for his wife, pull her into his arms, steal a kiss, and demand to know what she was up to with this unexpected surprise when the little girl in his arms made it clear that she wasn't about to let him have his way.
With a reluctant smile, he lowered her to the floor and watched her scamper toward the dining room before casting an envious glance at Bryan, who was already seated at the table with a fork in his hand, looking perfectly comfortable and clearly enjoying the advantage of being there first.
