The knock on the door tore him from a deep sleep and it took Lance a moment to place where he was. Wade bolted upright as the door flew open, revealing Casey, wearing a huge grin.
“Christ, Casey! I told you before, a little privacy,” Wade exclaimed.
“Sorry, but it’s time for dinner and we’ve been knocking forever.”
“What, like once?” Wade grumbled.
Lance stretched and sat up as Casey shook his head. “Fake marriage, my ass,” he said with a laugh. “Hurry up, you two. You know Lorna doesn’t like when her food gets cold.”
Wade turned to Lance. “Your best friend is kind of an ass.”
A smile spread across Lance’s face. “Yeah. I know.”
They rushed downstairs, because Casey wasn’t messing around when he said Lorna didn’t like her food getting cold. They slid into their seats just in time, by
