Bab 117: Chapter 117

Speaking of his love life, certain parts of Tip had very much appreciated his ride in those well-muscled arms, and he’d begun to see the advantages of remaining with Steve, even if the bloke did have rather worrying ideas about getting Tip de-spelled by a senile sorceress. One thing they didn’t need, though, was a chaperone. “Mrs., er, Aunty May?”

“Yes, dearie?” She gave him a denture-filled smile.

Tip tried to arrange his features into the most innocent look he could manage. “I’m sure you don’t want to hang around all morning while we wait for my sister to turn up, do you?”

Steve caught on quickly. “Yes, Aunty, there’s no need for you to be cooped up with us all day.”