"What's up with your friend? Why's he trailing Dolly?" Steffan asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lauren's nose turned up in disgust. "Are you implying that George epilepsy have any interest in that sneaky woman?"
"Why do you hate her so much?"
"Should I be thrilled with the woman who is bent on stealing my man right from under my nose. Maybe I should cheer her on with a kiss?" Lauren smirked.
"I bet that would be the kiss of death, judging from the look on your face," Steffan chuckled.
"I wouldn't mind. She's been asking for it for so long and it would be disappointing it I don't do her this little flavour."
"Would you really kill someone just to keep me?"
"Don't overestimate yourself. I'm not that screwed up to do such a foolish thing. Besides, there are so many outstanding young men who would be more than pleased to step in if you so chose to be led astray," Lauren retorted.
