Chapter 23

“God forbid we piss Queen Kate off.” Dale laughed as he let me down on the throw that Lee had set on the sofa.

“Don’t let her hear you calling her that.” I chuckled.

Dale dropped down onto the sofa beside me pulled me into his arms.

“Save me a space,” Lee insisted as he hurried to the kitchen to grab the desserts I’d prepared earlier.

A few moments later he’d managed to carry three bowls onto the living area, handed two out and dropped down onto the opposite side of me.

“What’s tonight’s movie then?” he asked with a smirk. “Notting Hill?”

“No way!” I yelled. “I am not listening to you two argue over Hugh Grant and Collin Firth again.”

Dale threw back his head with laughter. I loved the way that he laughed. Especially the way it caused his eyes to spark.

“Let’s channel surf until we find something,” I suggested. There was nothing like watching trashy television after a good love making session.