“You ate there or are you cooking?”
“We ate there. Pizza.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Pizza?”
“Yup, pizza.” Shit, why was his heart beating so fast? “Christmas dinner tomorrow, though. You’ll be here, right?”
Her eyes roamed his face. “Of course.”
“Great.” He grinned and hid by focusing on the shelves in the refrigerator.
“So…” She pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Anything fun happening at work today?” The water stopped running in the shower and Otho hoped Mason had enough sense to dress before he came out. He didn’t have any shirt to put on, though. Shit, he should probably have put one outside the bathroom door.
“Not really. I think I need a glass of wine to revive my memory.” There was a small tug at the corner of her mouth.
“Bitch.” He took a glass and poured her some wine from the pantry, but he couldn’t help but grin when he placed it in front of her.
“I have a working sense of smell, you know.”
“I know that.”