Jesse leaned against the counter as Gideon set the hot pan on the cooling rack. “Are we eating in here? Or are you doing this up right, and we should go wait for you in the dining room?”
“The table’s already set. I just haven’t lit the candles yet.”
“I can do that,” Emma offered.
Gideon nodded. “The wine’s on the table, too. If you want to pour yours and Jesse’s out, we’ll be right in with the food.”
Jesse swiped his finger along the edge of the ravioli plate and brought the sauce up to his lips. “Is dinner our only surprise for the night?”
Gideon smacked his hand away before he could steal a second taste. “Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it?”
“It would be a good kind of telling,” Emma called out from the dining room.
“She has a point.” Jesse abandoned his attempt to get into the food, focusing on Gideon instead. He hooked his fingers in Gideon’s waistband and offered an innocent smile. “What about a hint, then?”