Chapter 9
“So, I have to tell you, I was thinking you were done with me,” Barnaby said, standing at the blender in Nathan’s kitchen. He tossed crushed ice in with the rum and strawberry daiquiri mix he’d thrown in previously.
Nathan frowned. “Done with you? Why would you think that?” He opened the fridge and took out the ground meat. Damn, he’d nearly forgotten Barnaby didn’t eat meat. He put it back in and closed the fridge.
The younger man shrugged. “Um, you hadn’t talked to me since Sunday.”
“I told you I was busy with a case.”
“Yeah, I know now.” He pressed a button on the blender and its loud noise prevented any conversation. When it finished, he poured the drink into two glasses. “But until you told me tonight, well, I thought maybe you didn’t have a good time when we were toget
