Ian set the last plate in the dishwasher and closed it with a flourish. “See? Done.”
“Still,” Jordan mumbled. “I would have helped.”
Ian waved Jordan off, handed him a freshly topped glass of wine and motioned to the couch. “If you’d like?”
Dinner had gone well once Cole had begrudgingly discontinued his roundabout trail of the loft. Ian was more than sure if they’d had a way to mark the pattern Cole had walked, again and again and again, it would have been a perfectly shaped infinity.
They’d both eaten with gusto, which was entirely too satisfying for Ian. He took more pleasure in watching them both sample and enjoy then he did eating it himself. He didn’t even mind the chocolate crumbs on the floor, or the ice cream spatters on the table. And that was a fact that ended up as a pleasa
