“I didn’t say that.” Ross gave a mock look of hurt and Lorna snorted. “I thought you were too old for games.”
“Now, now, we need a few games or life might grow dull. And believe me, Lorna, I have many, many games I want to play with you.”
Ross’s words held a double meaning. Combined with the heat in his eyes, Lorna barely resisted a shiver.
Her dragon spoke up. Little does he know, I have games for him, too.
Oh, dear. Between her dragon and her frisky human, Lorna was going to be in for an interesting night.
And she was rather looking forward to it.
Chapter Five
Ross watched as Lorna bent over to check the roast in the oven. He’d always had to watch Lorna cook on the sly before, but now, he simply admired her arse.
Lorna’s voice boomed out. “I feel your eyes on my bum, Ross. Have you finished chopping the veg for the salad?”
Picking up the knife on the counter, Ross focused back on the cucumber on the chopping board. “I was just reaching for the next one.”
“Liar,” she said as she closed the oven door and turned toward him. But rather than irritation, amusement danced in Lorna’s eyes.
Ross grinned. “I think you like my eyes on your arse.”
“If you want me to answer that, then you’d better start chopping.”
“So you do, then, lass.”
“I’m far too old to be a lass.”
“Says who?”
Faye’s voice drifted into the room. “Says me. Please stop flirting with my mum until later. It’s bad enough I caught you snogging her half an hour ago.”
Ross raised his brows. “That’s what you get for not knocking, my dear. Enter at your own risk next time.”
“Ross,” Lorna scolded at the same time Faye answered, “I really should find my own place. I’ll never be able to unsee that.”
Faye made a beeline for the chopped tomatoes, but Ross moved the plate away. “If we start charging you for food by the pound, then you might think about finding your own place even sooner.”
Reaching for a scone, Faye frowned. “Mum wouldn’t do that.”
Lorna whisked the plate away before Faye could touch it. “I just might. I could probably travel the world with the money I saved.” Lorna placed a hand on her hip. “But we can discuss this later. Are your brothers nearly here?”
Faye shrugged. “Probably. They don’t report their every move to me.”
Lorna sighed, but Ross spoke up first. “Aye, well, that just means you can set the table yourself.”
“Me? But I’m rubbish at folding napkins.”
“As long as they’re clean and reasonably close to a plate, that will be fine,” Ross stated.
Faye stared at Ross but finally moved toward one of the cupboards. “I know you just want to be alone with my mum. I’d protest, but it increases the chance of Fraser finding you. And I’m looking forward to that.”
Lorna jumped in. “Faye Cleopatra MacKenzie, set the table and leave us in peace, or I really will start charging you by the pound for your food.”
Muttering something Ross couldn’t hear, Faye took a stack of plates and exited into the dining room.
Ross put down his knife and moved to Lorna’s side. After kissing her cheek, he murmured, “You’ll miss her more when she’s gone.”