Chapter 147

EMILIA

He goes for pancakes and eggs with two ridiculous sides, while I pretend to deliberate and then settle on “sampling” whatever ends up on his plate. He knows it too. Before the waiter even leaves, he slides the syrup toward me like it’s a peace offering.

The second our plates hit the table, I commit daylight robbery—I snatch a hash brown off his plate and bite into it before he can blink.

Liam stares at the empty space like he’s mourning a fallen soldier. With a long-suffering sigh, he cuts off a piece of pancake and drops it onto my plate. “You should’ve just ordered your own.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I grin around my bite. “Food tastes better when it’s stolen.”

He raises an eyebrow. “That so? Then I guess my eggs are about to be Michelin-starred.”

I reach for them immediately, but he’s quicker, spearing the eggs with his fork and popping them into his mouth while giving me the smuggest grin known to man.

“You’re evil,” I accuse.