(Aurora's POV)
"You got lucky."
"I always get lucky." He adjusted his hold, completely unbothered, and started walking. "Taking care of my wife is my job. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I'm not embarrassed."
"You've been staring at my collar for the past thirty seconds."
I hadn't realized I was doing that. I turned my face away, which only made it worse.
He carried me all the way to the dining room.
The table was set with everything I usually liked - roasted chicken, crusty bread, a broth that smelled like thyme and garlic. But there was also a pan-seared salmon in cream sauce at the far end, and the moment we got close, the smell hit me wrong. Not overwhelming, just off. My stomach turned.
I pressed my lips together and tried not to show it.
Phineas noticed anyway. He
