Charlie heard footsteps approach, then Noah pulled back the front curtains and peered out the window.
“It’s just Charlie,” he called.
Charlie heard the lock being flung back, then the door opened. A toothbrush stuck out of Noah’s foaming mouth.
“Charlie?” Noah asked around the toothpaste.
“Yeah. Can I come in?” Without waiting for Noah to respond, Charlie pushed passed him and entered the house. “I thought maybe you’d gone to bed. It’s pretty dark in here for you.”
Noah stared at him, his hand frozen, clutching the toothbrush.
“Why don’t you go take care of that?” Charlie suggested with a grin.
The other man disappeared down the hall and Charlie glanced around the front hall. As usual, the house looked spotless. Noah was a near freakish housekeeper. Unlike himself.
Noah returned sans toothbrush, but he still looked perplexed.
“Listen, I changed my mind. Sorry about before. I guess I was a little grumpy. Is it too late?”
“For?”
Geez, Noah was going to make him spell it out?