~CASSELBA'S POV
"I DON'T THINK THIS CAN BE CALLED DINNER ANYMORE?"
Ryan smiles at my entry, moving close to my side of the island. He drops a kiss on the top of my head before circling across to his father, Caden. The two of them seem to have outdone themselves as a sumptuous dish rests steaming on the shined counter.
The men do all the cooking, which makes me think I need to do something for them one of these days. Although, they don't seem to mind.
"Me either," Caden drones as his son reaches him. "I mean technically it's more of breakfast, lunch and supper."
"You just woke up too?" The men turn at my question, and I wring my fingers, clearly still unnerved by their stares. "You know, I just thought that you both had being awake a while—"
