Ray’s face beamed, watching the happiness spread across Amelia’s face. “I’m so glad you like it. I haven’t cooked much while on the waverider. Gideon had everything made for us.”

“I know, but I can’t help but feel bad,” Ray admitted. “I know it’s not my fault, but the guilt still lingers.” His gaze drifted away from Amelia, thinking about the ring he had hidden away. “Oh, no plans. Well, other than going out on a date tomorrow. “