“We have words.”
“Okay, Your Grace, however you want to look at it,” I teased.
He shot me a quelling look.
I grinned at him.
Then I pointed out, “Like we just semi-kinda bickered about bickering.”
He heaved a sigh.
I let it go and said, “I hope it’s curry. I haven’t had a truly good curry since I was in England the last time.”
At that, within moments, the dash was ringing.
Tempie picked up. “Everything all right?”
“Vivi wants curry for dinner tonight,” Battle declared.
“Battle!” I snapped, turning to slap his rock-hard biceps.
“Anything particular?” Tempie asked through the dash.
Battle raised his brows to me.
“Get what you want,” I said. “If you want to go to the chippie, that’s cool too.”
“I was getting curry anyway,” Tempie replied.
Battle raised his brows to me again.
So he’d pay attention to the road, I gave my order.
It was long.
Battle was chuckling at the end of it.
“Well, it would appear we’ll have plenty of leftovers to nosh on over the weekend,” Tempie drawled when I was done. “I consider my mind is a steel trap, even so, perhaps you can text all of that to me so I don’t forget anything.”
“I will, Tempie,” I said.
“Excellent. Is that all?” she asked.
“Yes, love. We’ll see you soon,” Battle said.
“Ta-ra,” Tempie replied and disconnected.
“That was unnecessary,” I spoke the minute I knew she was gone.
“She was getting curry anyway,” he pointed out.
I huffed in my seat and crossed my arms.
“And now she’s irritated because she’s getting what she wants,” he murmured, but he sounded amused.
“Oh, do shut up, Your Grace.”
“As you wish, darling.”
