Thanksgiving was just around the corner. Vince had been able to get Wills that day off but not the day after, so we wouldn’t be able to spend the holiday with either of our families.
“Want to invite the ladies from downstairs to join us?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s Thanksgiving?”
I sighed. “Okay, babe.” I didn’t want him to know I was reluctant to have those man-eaters around him. Plus there was Sable, who was French, and a Cordon Bleu-trained cook.
“Cool. I’ll go down and ask them.”
“I’ll go with you.” I followed him out of the apartment.
He gave me an amused smile. “Think I can’t protect myself?”
“It was a good thing you weren’t wearing those 501 jeans of yours when you fixed the drain. I saw the way Gus was looking at you.”
“Oh, yeah? And how was that?”
“Like you were Red Riding Hoo
