Liam had been watching the play of emotions on Jace’s face as they talked. I don’t think he realizes how easy he is to read sometimes. He didn’t like the ‘babe-magnet’ idea at all. Not that I take advantage of Muggsy’s being one.
“You’ll be glad he doesn’t like long walks when the snow comes,” Jace said before taking a bite of his meatball sandwich. “This is good, if sloppy.” He licked off some sauce from the corner of his mouth.
Liam reached over with his napkin. “You missed a bit.” He really wanted to use his finger—or my tongue—but figured that would be getting too personal by far.
Jace’s eyes widened in surprise before he dropped his gaze to his sandwich again, murmuring, “Thanks.”
“You bet. So, changing subjects again, what do you do on your leisure time?”
Jace grinned wryly. “I
