“It should probably come in a Tiffany’s box,” Michael added helpfully, earning another glare before Adam’s narrow-eyed focus returned to his fiancé. Next to Michael, Ellie giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Jared, Leigh, and Jake were a lot less discreet about their own amusement.

“I don’t know how we would fit me-not-leaving-you into a Tiffany’s box,” Adam said dryly.

Angel’s mouth dropped open as everyone else burst into laughter at Adam’s unexpected response and her reaction. Jake looked like he was choking on his drink, laughing so hard he finally gave up and just put his head down on the table.

“You’re expected to not leave me!”

Raising his left hand, Adam wriggled his fingers at her, his expression completely serious but his blue eyes were dancing. “No ring, no guarantees.”

Leigh was holding onto Jared for support she was laughing so hard. Michael would be laughing a lot harder, but he was distracted by Ellie leaning into him as she giggled incessantly, trying to hide her face against his arm. To put his arm around her, or not to put his arm around her... that was the question...

Fuming, Angel raised her own hand, where her diamond engagement ring glittered, her chin jerking up with a challenge. “You already put a ring on it, you’re stuck with me.”

“If you liked it, you should have put a ring on it,” Adam said, as seriously as he could while reciting Beyoncé lyrics.

Their dynamic always entertained Michael. Adam was good for Angel in so many ways; not in the least that he could sometimes actually get the better of her when it came to teasing. Most of the time, he either ignored her attempts at riling him or spanked her for them, but sometimes he gave as good as he got, and watching Angel flounder when it happened was phenomenally enjoyable.

“Oh no, Mommy and Daddy are fighting,” Leigh managed to choke out between spurts of laughter. “Oh dear, what have I done?”

“Mommy and Daddy are engaged in foreplay,” Michael responded, draping his arm around Ellie’s shoulders with a casualness he didn’t feel. To his relief, she didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into him, and his spirits lifted even higher, although he didn’t dare show any outward reaction. “They’ll probably thank you later.”

Angel’s head whipped around so she could glare at him. “You annoy me.”

Solemnly, Michael looked over her head at Adam. “She’s switching targets; that means you won the argument.”

The feisty little noise Angel made sounded an awful lot like a growl. Pulling her back against him, Adam gave her ass a little swat as he started whispering in her ear. Probably something dirty and distracting, going by the changing expression on her face.