Chapter 13
“Don’t you look spiffy,” Kevan said when Craig slid into the passenger seat of the car.
“I do? It’s just…Okay, you’ve never seen me dressed up, have you? Surprised I own slacks and a real shirt?” He eyed Kevan. “I knew you did, because you wear them when you’re working.”
Kevan feigned a pout. “Meaning I don’t look like I took any effort to dress up tonight?”
“Yeah, I know you did. Your shirt’s ironed,” Craig quipped, getting a raised middle finger before Kevan started the car.
“Oh, by the way, happy birthday,” Kevan said, smiling at Craig.
“Thank you. Another year older, though I’m not sure I’m any wiser.”
“You’re going out with me. That makes you very wise,” Kevan retorted, winking.
“Uh-huh. If you say so.” Craig leaned back, looking at him as Kevan concentrated on navi
