Emilia’s lips tightened as she tried to keep from smiling at the look on Tate’s face as he took in Wishes’ appearance. She could just imagine the wheels turning as he tried to figure out what was going on when a flamboyant man, looking barely her age, had shown up after she had just told him he used to be her nanny and tutor.
“You should ignore that urge,” she chuckled at Tate, then turned to Wishes. “Tate is an amazing chef and… would I really be here in the middle of the night, like this, if he was boring?”
She took Tate’s hand and looked up at him. “I promise you, that you’ll get all the chances you want to ask Wishes just about anything, but I really think the best thing to do right now, is make sure you get some sleep.”
Turning back to Wishes, she paused for a moment. “You don’t happen to have some of that sleepy time tea on you, do you? I forgot to put that on my list of things.”