Chapter 23We limped through the next day with satisfied grins on our faces, and stayed within touching distance of each other, even when we made calls to our families to let them know our plans. Miss Su didn’t seem to mind as long as we remembered to include her in our cuddling.
For dinner, I made broiled leg of lamb with a red wine sauce, and served it with tiny green beans, tomatoes Provençal, and butter-fried potatoes.
“I’m stuffed, babe.” Wills, sprawled in his chair, patted his flat stomach and finished the last drops of the Cabernet Sauvignon we’d drunk with dinner, leaving a ruby drop on his upper lip.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” I leaned forward and licked it off.
“Oh?” His eyes like molten chocolate, his tongue followed the path mine had taken.
I wasn’t going to let him dist
