“Hi, Tory,” he said, seeming a little unsure as to what his reception would be.
“Maury?” I was stunned. “What are you doing here, hon? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Um, can I come in?”
“Oh, sorry, sure. Please.” I moved out of the way and he stepped inside.
I closed the door and moved toward the kitchen.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked, eyeing the half empty wine bottle that still sat on the table, and the pot of coffee on the counter.
“No, I’m fine, thanks.” I turned back to him, watching his eyes as they roved over the items on the table. “Am I intruding?”
“No, no. Wheeler just left, so we’re okay.” I observed Maury’s facial expressions change a thousand times in a few seconds.
“I see.” He coughed. “So, uh, are you and he a thing now?”
“What?” My laughter was incr
