James might have been making a contented noise that was suspiciously close to a purr. He’d never admit as much, of course. “Torta, Princess Bride and that Thai iced tea thing that you tried once and seemed to like. I figured you might get thirsty after the torta.”
He nuzzled her neck, the picture of happiness. “Did you tell Harry yet? Or are we going to surprise him? I vote surprise. With a cake. That’s a win-win, actually.”