Chapter 77

“How about dessert?” I asked. Was I ever going to be able to dazzle Wills with a rib roast?

“I always have room for dessert.”

I made a pot of coffee and cut a couple of slices of cake. At least we could have that in the dining room.

Wills took a bite of the cake. He stared at me in something like awe, and then closed his eyes, moaned in pleasure, and literally demolished his slice.

“God, this cake is fantastic.” He wet his forefinger and gathered up the last of the crumbs. “What’s it called?”

“Better Than Sex.”

He paused with his finger halfway to his mouth. “Nothing’s better than sex, babe. Not when it’s with you.”

“You realize that’s going to get you loved to within an inch of your life?”

“Works for me.” He finished his coffee and made a production of stretching and yawning.