“What?”
“I don’t know. I just think maybe your friend is an idiot.”
“What friend?” Casey lifted his coffee to his lips.
“Drew. Why the hell hasn’t he taken you to bed?”
The waiter chose that moment to appear with their sundae.
Casey covered his laugh with his hand over his mouth as George felt his own face heat. The waiter, the same man who had greeted them, gave George a rather piercing look before telling them to enjoy.
“That was priceless.”
George tried to look nonchalant. Knew he probably failed. “I meant it, though. You’re gorgeous and funny. You cook like nobody’s business. You have great taste in decorating.”
“For Christmas anyway,” Casey added with a smile.
“My condo looks great. And very festive.” George eyed him over the rim of his coffee mug. “Want to see it again?”
Casey, in the middle of taking a bit of the sundae, lowered his spoon. “What have you got in mind?”
“When do you go back to the hospital?”
“Not until Sunday.”