Geoff and Mindy lingered, until finally Hyde said, “Llewellyn, I’m sure you want to kiss your fiancée good night. Please go so I can do the same with mine.”
Mindy giggled. I’d thought she was having a hard time accepting that Hyde and I were a couple who did couple things—well, who would do couple things once we were married. It was probably one thing for her to know a portion of the population was gay, but to actually sit across from them at the dinner table…
But by the time Beauchamp brought out the lemon lush, she seemed more comfortable with us.
Geoff, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time keeping the lamb he’d eaten down.
He forced a smile. “Sounds like a good idea, Wyndham.” He glowered at me. “And if he can call me by my last name, I sure as hell can call him
