“Can you actually speak Welsh?” Toby asked Luke at the kitchen table as they ate their salad.
“Ydw, tipyn bach.”
“God, that’s brilliant,” Craig said through a mouthful of food.
“Craig,” Andy shook his head. “Manners.”
Craig chewed rapidly, and then swallowed. “Sorry. But what did you say?”
“Yes, a little,” Luke replied. “Welsh was compulsory at school, though I was allowed to take French instead at fourteen. But I soon found I hated that even more.”
“Go on, say something else,” Craig encouraged.
Luke covered Craig’s hand and, looking into his eyes, in a low voice, said, “Mae fy hofrenfad yn llawn o lyswennod.”
Craig shivered. “Uh, yeah. God, Luke that sounded so sexy. What does it mean?”
Andy shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“I said,” Luke smirked, “that my hovercraft was full
