“Perfect.”
When Thomas took a break for lunch, Scott was waiting for him, smiling ear to ear.
Thomas twitched his nose. “I don’t like that look.”
“I don’t much like yours.”
“How is your stinging arse?”
Scott shrugged noncommittally. “It’s stinging, and it’s an arse.”
Thomas snorted. “Did you put more of that cream on?”
“Yes, I smell like a Polo mint.”
“Could be worse.”
“How’s the video going?”
Thomas nodded. “Good, I think your subscriber will be pleased. I don’t know whether the thumbnail should be your pissed-off face glaring down the lens or your red raw arse when you were finished.”
“You do know I imagined your face while popping those balloons.”
“I didn’t realise you wanted to sit on my face so bad. It’s not really my thing, but I’ll make an exception.”
Thomas opened the fridge and got out all he needed to prepare a sandwich. Carly had cooked a honey-glazed ham for them to eat for lunch.
Scott was too giddy to eat.
Thomas sighed, bracing his hands on the counter. “Right. What is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re hovering around like a bad smell.”
“A minty one, actually.”
“Scott,” Thomas growled.
“I’m just…” Scott gestured to him. “Getting an eyeful…”
Thomas glared, flaring his nostrils. “Are you calling me fat?”
“Of course not.Eyedon’t know what’s got you so suspicious.”
Thomas continued his glare. He wasn’t getting it, and Scott wasn’t good at being patient. It was time for planBlatantly-obvious.
“I’ve got a joke for you.”
Thomas abandoned his sandwich prep and folded his arms. “Have you now…”
“What do you call a deer with no eyes?”
Predictably, Thomas didn’t answer.
“No eye deer.”
Thomas huffed. Then he turned to look at the glass left on the side. “You bastard.”
