Charlotte’s POV
I emerged from Nora’s room, yawning, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, to find Kieran sitting at the dining table with a veritable feast sitting in front of him.
“I ordered room service,” he said, gesturing to the plates arranged on the round dining table. I spotted a plate of toast cut into triangles, probably for Nora, with a small pot of honey on the side and a glass of apple juice. For me, there were scrambled eggs, toast, a fruit bowl, and coffee still steaming in the little carafe. His own plate was mostly cleared already, a little bit of leftover turkey bacon and an omelette sitting on it.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I muttered, but I was smiling as I sat down.
He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. “I figured it would be easier than carting
