“Do I want to know what you’re thinking so hard about?” She came over and sat down on the floor next to the couch he was stretched out on, putting her back to it.
“You can always look in my fridge and see what I’m thinking about love,” he answered, sitting up and placing a kiss on her forehead.
Her green eyes crinkled with her smile. “Oh, no. I know better than that. Probably that arm you asked Mordred to bring you.” She paused, looking up into his eyes. “He knows about us. Does that bother you?”