Chapter 136
“Um,” James said. “Hi?”
Jason started opening the mead, in the background. Colby leaned over the counter to collect and nibble a bite of cheese, then leaned into Jason a little, hips and bodies touching, while drizzling honey over tarts.
Evan just kept staring at him.
“So,” James said, “um…how’ve you been?” and gave a small half-wave that must’ve looked as awkward as he felt.
“James,” Evan said.
“James brought mead,” Colby contributed helpfully.
Evan looked at Colby and Jason.
“I could’ve brought ice cream,” James tried, “but Jason said something about tiramisu and also chocolate mousse, on the phone?”
“He knows about the dessert thing,” Colby whispered to Jason. Jason whispered back, “Of course he does.”
Evan pointed a finger that way. “You two. Both of you. Be afraid. Especially at seven am Tuesday morning.”
“Not me?” James said. “Also, what happens Tuesday morning?”