“Next time, we’re going to watch something good,” Cam grumbled as he dished up large portions of everything we’d ordered. “Oh yeah? Like what?” I asked, looking around for a plate. “Like The Godfather,” he said as he handed me the food he’d plated. I locked eyes with Ben, who pursed his lips to hold in his laughter. “The Godfather, really?” I asked. “How old are you?” Ben guffawed, and Cam narrowed his eyes. “Young enough to spank your ass,” he muttered.
