Joey was blushing just as hard as I was. He turned around to the counter where he was chopping up an array of vegetables. I could spot carrots, onions, celery, and potatoes. He went back to chopping as if nothing had gone arise.
Dave grabbed whatever he’d been looking for and turned back to me.
He opened the can of what I could now see was peanuts and began to pop them into his mouth. Then, he jerked his head to the living room once more. It was a signal for me to follow him again.
He didn’t give me the chance ask what was going on. He walked out of the kitchen and blazed a trail back up to the second floor.
I growled in irritation under my breath. “What the hell do you need me here for?”
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“When I’m being held against my will? Yeah. I do because
