“What?” Matt frowned at the phone, more than a little disappointed. What about their special evening together? Wine by the Christmas tree, watching the ball drop on television, a night lost in each other’s touch? Making love at midnight, hello? “Are you sure? I mean, if you’d rather stay home, it’s cool with me. I just thought…”
“Matty.” The way Vic said Matt’s name sounded so much like I love you that it silenced any protest Matt might have made. “We’ll be together, right? That’s all that matters to me, whether it’s at our place or Roxie’s. You’ll have a great time, you know you will, and a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, either. You know how horny alcohol makes you. We’ll get a kiss at midnight like everyone else and by the time we get home, we’ll both be ready for so much more. But if youdon’t want to go, you can try telling Roxie that. I suspect she’s sitting right there hanging on your every word or you wouldn’t be calling me right this minute.”