“Only half done?” asked Dom when he got up to the counter. Kiko rolled his eyes at him. It felt better to tease him than worry about him, and Dom hated worrying. One side of Yolks on you was fairly well scrubbed, which he found impressive. Kiko must have looked up what got paint off glass and then went to it immediately.
“Don’t tell me: it’s Christmassy enough to keep up the rest of the week?”
“Well, it is.”
“Are you two arguing?” asked Katie, moving around behind the counter. “You’ll give Chad too much entertainment. Besides, it’s not a good way to start a date.”
“Date?” asked Dom. He shot Kiko a frown and Kiko shrugged.
“It’s not so much of a date,” he said, adjusting his tie.
“Oh,” said Katie, nodding. “You’re doing P.I. work.”
Dom beamed even as Kiko frowned. Being seen as a pri
