“Devin grinned as bread rolls and little butter squares were placed on either side of the table. “Mikhail, would you like a bread roll?” Devin handed the basket to Mikhail. “NO!” Andrei and Chris cried in unison. Andrei knocked the basket out of Mikhail’s hand, sending it flying to the floor. Ivan raised a brow. “Something wrong with the rolls?” “Not at all.” Andrei snatched Mikhail’s butter knife. Devin chuckled.”
