“You got any plans for tomorrow?” George asked, accepting a cracker loaded with a slice of red farmhouse cheddar.
“Apart from waking up next to a sexy knight?”
George groaned.
“Sorry, but you are. Sexy I mean. I’ll go and spend some time with my dad in the afternoon.” He didn’t add that his dad lived in a nursing home and, thanks to senile dementia, was unlikely to recognise Harry. Wanting to banish that unhappy thought, Harry asked what plans George had.
George swallowed his food. “You mean apart from waking up next to a heroic hardware shopkeeper?” The playful glint in George’s eyes was back.
“Yeah, right.” But Harry kissed George for the compliment then handed him a glass of wine
“Thanks.” George took a sip. “It’ll be quiet. Just Mum and me, although Toby and Chantelle will probably come round in the afternoon. Mum’s a good cook and Chantelle isn’t, so they’ll eat Christmas dinner with us.”