“I’m here under protest.”
Roman shot Sean with an impatient glare. “Duly noted. Now, can we walk in?” He waved his hand toward his front door, illuminated in the dark of the night by the security light outside.
Sean scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “It’s truly a sad thing when a man fears going back to his own house alone,” he quipped.
Roman felt his patience wearing thin. “I didn’t say I was afraid to get back home alone. I invited you over for dinner.”
“Yes. And the moon is blue tonight,” Sean retorted sarcastically and looked up at the night sky as though looking for evidence of a blue moon. “You are just lucky I enjoy Lucy’s cooking.”
Roman stopped walking and turned to face Sean, his glare piercing. “You know what? Go home. I will see you another time.”
But Sean wasn’t a
