102 Chapter 102

Theo saw the bullet with the big crêpe bow, and his jaw dropped.

I pretended not to notice and picked up a book; I tapped it with my forefinger. “My boy comes in sore because of this, I won’t be happy, Bascopolis.”

“Wha—huh?” He blinked when he saw which book I held, and then grinned at me.

Matheson came in, a smear of white on his mouth.

“Uh, babe?” Theo tapped the corner of his own mouth. “Whipped cream.”

Matheson smiled at him, and I watched Theo watch him as he licked it off.

“If you’ll have a seat, Mr. Vincent?” Matheson put a cup and saucer before me. He saw the book in my hand and turned red. “Oh, shit.”

“It’s okay, Wills. As long as I don’t send you in to work sore, Vince’s got no problem with it.”

“Oh, shit.” Matheson turned an even brighter shade of red. He grabbed up the tray and started to back out. “Uh….”

“Wait! You’ve got another present!” Theo was trying to keep from laughing, and I scowled at him. “Vince brought you something!”