Coop was waiting outside when I got to my apartment building. I half expected that he’d be in my place and told him so. “After all, you have the skills.”
He seemed amused as he replied, “The skills. Yeah. But I don’t use them when it comes to friends, unless it’s an emergency.” He hoisted a large take-out bag. “I bring offerings.”
I snorted, unlocking the lobby door. “Offerings would be prime rib with all the extras.”
“They were out of that. You’re stuck with either a meatball or club sub.”
The aroma of food as we rode the elevator up to my floor made my mouth water. That surprised me since I’m not usually hungry after spending eight hours at the bar. All I want to do is come home and collapse into bed.
Tonight, I was wide awake—and starving. Anticipation? Maybe. I suspected that asid
