“I’m glad he’s your friend, Quinn,” Gregor said. And then he muttered, under his breath but still loud enough for me to hear, “Why couldn’t you have gotten involved with him?”
“For one thing, he’s straight.”
“Is there more than one thing?”
“Of course.” But I wasn’t going to tell him that was the heart choosing where it would. He’d probably have a coronary, as Mark was so fond of saying, and I liked him too much to be the cause of that happening to him.
“Is everything okay here?” Chris set down a stand and placed a tray loaded with plates on it.
I grinned up at him. “Everything is perfect.”
Conversation had become desultory as we began enjoying the excellent brunch Charmaine offered.
Mother took a sip of her coffee, set the cup down on its saucer, and gazed at me. “Have you spoken to Mark about joining us for Mother’s Day?”
“Yes, I did, and I’m glad you reminded me about it. He’ll be delighted to be there.”
Gregor growled under his breath. “Just what we need.”