“I’ll have my usual,” Lee added. Dale scowled at him and shook his head.
“We haven’t had Chinese in months,” my best friend’s husband grumbled. “How am I supposed to know what your usual is?”
“I will let you figure that out and be overly offended if you get it wrong.” Lee offered his husband a cheeky expression. I had to hide my amusement behind my wine glass.
“I’m going to guess sticky lemon chicken with a side order of spring rolls.” Dale tapped his index finger on his lower lip.
“How dare you…” Lee feigned disgust before his expression amusingly developed into a smile. “You got it right.”
“Phew.” I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to break up a lovers tiff.”
“You could try.” Dale winked at me. The wave of heat that spread from my cheeks downwards to my chest and further still was the last thing I’d expected. It landed like a firework between my thighs and I clenched them tightly.