“Just wait until you taste these.” Brandon laid the ground beef patties on his charcoal grill that night. “You’re gonna marry me they’re so good.”
Kaya laughed, walking across the slate tile of Brandon’s back patio in her white flip-flops. “Is that so?”
“You should be flattered.” He winked over his shoulder as he straightened the patties with a spatula. “You’re getting the star treatment.”
Kaya stretched on the gray, double lounger, sipping Pinot Noir. “It smells amazing.”
“I can’t wait for you to taste them.” He closed the grill, got his glass of wine and joined her on the couch. “I’m glad you came over tonight.”
A spicy coating from the wine settled on her tongue. “I’m glad you invited me.”
“I talked to Seven at work.” His face settled into a grave expression. “He says he will resp
