Nanny For The Alpha's Lost Twins
There were these little smoked salmon quiches topped with caviar, lobster tails with flash-fried nasturtiums, bruschetta with prosciutto crudo, watermelon r****h wraps, and—oh, of course.
“Mushrooms,” I muttered when we reached that section of the table. I recognized white buttons, portabellas, morels, shiitakes, and an array of black truffles.
“Of course,” Zane said, then motioned to some white mushrooms swimming in a clear broth. “Stay away from the angels.”
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