“No lines. It was fast,” Mathias said.
“I dressed in a hurry this morning, because you didn’t wake me up,” I told Devon, adding a noogie. “And that was very nice, Mathias, but it’s too much.” His skin was flawless. He probably had a dermatologist along with his leaf raker.
“I like your house.”
I suddenly didn’t. “Yours is probably bigger.”
“Yours feels more homey.”
I figured “homey” was rich speak for small.
“I want to mix them all together.” Devon had lined up the cups, chocolate, vanilla, and then strawberry, and was bouncing from one to another, taking sips of each.
“Knock it off, Dev.”
“I should have called,” Mathias said. “Sorry.”
“You spent too much money is all.”
“Not really.”
“Really.” My voice had taken on an edge.
“Well…maybe you can drink one now and save the other t
