"Can't I have all three?" drawled a certain food-bearing fellow from the door. "Playing Kill, Shag, Marry without me, are you? I should be hurt."
Will crossed the room to drop a kiss on his wife's upturned and waiting mouth and to examine his cousin-in-law condition despite the way her eyes were rolling at his husbandly greeting. Tracey looked both better and worse than he'd expected for a victim of his brother's games. He was going to have a little talk with John in the morning about this. Family was out of bounds. Period. And he was going to add Tracey to the short list of women that he'd already told his brother were not to be so much as approached on pain of Will dealing with him personally. "I'm glad to see you awake, Tracey," he said dropping a kiss on the girl's forehead much to her astonishment.
"Shall I serve you ladies as well as having provided the feast?" he asked dryly.