"One of the cinnamon rolls," Adam said, taking care to remain so that he had Ronan on his good side. "And coffee. Thank you."

He kept his eyes averted as they settled into their table, even though at the quiet bakery they had some privacy and the owners remembered him as Ronan's companion. He felt uncertain and embarrassed, being neither Ronan's friend nor his servant.

Grateful for his pastry, Adam nibbled at it, trying to just enjoy this moment while he had it.