Gavin shrugged with feigned innocence. “The O’Connells and their fanboys weren’t here a week ago. Goodness gracious, Matthew, try and stay with the program.”
“I mean withme,” Matthew grumbled. “We’re supposed to be partners—”
“I was waiting for the right time.” Gavin winked and offered Randy a wide smile. “Can I get you a coffee? Matthew, how about you? A replacement?” He spun and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. When he spoke again, he was out of sight. “Gentlemen! Comfortable?”
Matthew caught Randy’s stare out of his corner of his eye. “In case you’ve changed your mind on destroying him,” Matthew drawled, “I’ll take that stake out of your hands.” He lifted one eyebrow at Randy’s confused expression. “Just how hard do I have to hit him with it to make it work?”
A small grin crept onto Randy’s lips. “Very hard. Rib bones and what not.”
Matthew nodded. “Good thing anatomy is a specialty of mine, isn’t it?”
Randy snorted a laugh. “Doctor, your oath is slipping.”