In the end, we stayed in. Cory admitted his foot was hurting and after some persuading on my part, I went to the chemist’s and cashed his prescription for painkillers. These, as Cory predicted, left him a little sleepy. I rather liked sleepy Cory. He was even sexier, if that were possible. Draped on the sofa, his long limbs spread, he made quite the picture. His tiredness also seemed to loosen his tongue.
“Just want someone to settle down with, you know?”
“Surprised someone your age would say something like that.”
“Your age? You make me sound so much younger than you. What are you, thirty-two?”
I was surprised he didn’t know, Em being my twin and everything. “Thirty-one. But I’m still surprised you’re ready to settle down, start a family, get a dog and all that.”
Cory grimaced. “Don’t
