Wills took the bullet and bit his lip, trying to keep his expression blank. “Th-thank you, sir. It—it’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll just…uh—” He coughed lightly. “—get the coffee and cream and sugar.”
I beamed at Vince. “It’s the thought that counts, and that was a nice bow, Vince.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said again.
“Now, what did you need to see me about?”
“What do you know about coffee beans?”
Wills paused in the doorway. “I know four ounces of the kind Theo likes costs almost ten dollars.”
“Forty dollars a pound?”
“Yes, sir. If I didn’t love him so much—”
I felt my jaw drop. He’d often told me he loved me—when we were in bed, or when he was leaving for work, or even for no reason at all—but he’d just said it now in front of the man who was his boss!
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