“You boys don’t linger,” she said as Vic handed her the bag.
She didn’t take it—Matt hadn’t thought she would, and he had to stifle a laugh when Vic placed the bag in her cart for her. ::Whipped,::Matt teased his lover silently.
::Between the both of you,::Vic shot back, ::I give up.::
That small gloved hand struck Vic’s arm again, tapping his elbow because Mrs. K couldn’t reach any higher. “I’m expecting you to help me with these groceries, Vic. That other no-good tenant of mine can’t be bothered to help a stara babaout. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Do you think it would kill him to open a door for a woman?”