“You and Spence are certainly getting a long better.” Vincent’s deep voice startled me from my musings and contemplation of the ocean. Turning, I offered him a smile, which he returned. “You’ve even been nice to each other in public. What the fuck has gotten into you?”
His teasing tone made me chuckle. “Your fault for making us call a truce in the first place.”
“I’ll take credit for that.” Vincent’s smug smirk was not a surprise. Then his expression sobered. “So I’m planning something special for the first screening of Talking with Ghostsif I can get it cut together in time.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” His response was curt as he deliberately ignored my inviting tone. He looked me right in the eye. “And hey. Don’t be a stranger if you feel like a visit, okay? You’re welcome any time.” Not one to show emotion, Vincent walked away as soon as the words were out of his mouth. But he paused to shout over his shoulder, “With proper warning, that is.”