“That was the plan.”
He glanced toward the door as they approached the stairs, and Laurel knew damn well he considered strolling out just to ... be Del, she decided, when it came to Parker.
“See, I’m sparking and smoldering again.” She nudged ahead of him, stepped up to bring their mouths on level for a kiss.
“Sweetie, you’re all but asleep on your feet.”
“True, which makes me a lousy Saturday night date.”
“I like to look ahead, to Sunday morning.”