“Oh. Sure. My co-workers, too. So they don’t have to cover for me.”
Sam picked up his earlier discarded wineglass. “Feeling a little sorry for yourself?”
“Nope.” Lincoln shrugged. “But I already told you, I’m not dating anyone and I just saw my brother. I see friends and loved ones pretty frequently. I doubt they have much time to miss me in an extended weekend.”
Sam came into the kitchen. “What can I do? Want me to put the salad together?”
He tried not to wrinkle his nose at the smoky smell. “Just sit at the table and enjoy your wine. I’ve got this.”
“Okay.” Sam leaned over like he was going to kiss Lincoln, but Lincoln sideswiped him to the other side of the kitchen. “What the hell?”
“You smell like an ashtray.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You want me to take another shower and brush my teeth or something?”
He waved that away. “No, no. No need for that.”