"Here you are, our queen-to-be," Denovan said with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. His deep voice carried that familiar mix of warmth and teasing authority.
"Come, come—sit here, dear," Lisa added, lifting a graceful hand and curling her fingers toward herself in an inviting motion. She patted the small space between her and Denovan on the couch, her eyes twinkling.
"Here, come," Lisa repeated, parting the space between them, as though making room for Julie was the most important thing in the world.
Before Julie could take a step, Roman's voice cut through gently but firmly. "No. She'll sit with me."
His tone was calm but left no room for argument, and his grip on Julie's hand tightened just enough for her to feel the warmth and quiet possession behind it. He didn't even glance at his grandparents, his gaze fixed only on her.
