Chapter 9
Nestled up to Warden, one leg thrown over his lover’s, Tate basked in the afterglow of their little romp. For the first time in more than twenty-four hours, Tate felt things were right. The issue with the nasty trolls had been resolved and wouldn’t pop up again. The dwarves had a new home, one they were enthusiastic about fixing up and making nice, and they promised to have Tate by when it was ready. He hoped the invitation came with drinks and snacks, having discovered a secret the dwarves kept well hidden. They knew how to cook food so delicious, Tate often wound up stuffed near to bursting.
Warden playfully tapped his bum. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You have this goofy grin on your face.”
“I was thinking about the last time I sat down at a dinner table with dwa
