Evan was thrilled to see Kari awake and talking with his mom when he returned, a tray of warm pancakes in his hands. He set it on the rolling bed table before leaning down to kiss Kari’s forehead.
“What’s that?” she asked, nodding toward the tray.
“Your favorite.” He adjusted the bed so she was sitting up and slid the table in front of her, uncovering the stack of pancakes he had made. The hospital cook had been more than eager to help once she learned they were for the future Luna. That simple kindness had warmed him.
Kari playfully rolled her eyes. “Of course you would bring food. That seems to be your favorite pastime. Bullying me into eating.”
“I do have other things I enjoy more,” he whispered just for her, his tone laced with suggestion. Her cheeks flushed pink as she scoffed sof
