Zach was about to answer when his stomach gave an almighty rumble between them. He gave her a quick squeeze and laughed. "Apparently Junior isn't the only one peckish this evening."
Lifting her from him easily, he picked up her sarong, readjusted his jeans and held out a hand. "Come on then. Let's feed the monsters so we can carry this celebration on to the bedroom or," he shot a leer over his shoulder, "the bath."