Chapter 3
Casey looked up and frowned from the recipe he was reading when there was a knock at his door. It was only eleven and he wasn’t expecting anyone yet.
He put down his rubber spoon and wiped his hands on his turkey apron.
Once he reached his condo door, he peeped through the little hole to the outside. Casey opened it.
“George?”
George gave him a sexy sort of smile as he held up a bottle of wine. A Riesling, Casey quickly noted. Which was what they’d drunk during the plumbing incident.
“Happy Thanksgiving.”
“You’re two hours early.” Yet Casey stepped aside to let George in anyway.
He looked great, too. He wore brown dress slacks and a cream-colored buttoned-down shirt. And apparently contacts, since the glasses were gone. His dark brown eyes gazed at Casey intently, and Cas
