“How about we chat over a cup of coffee?” Victor suggested.
“Not a bad idea,” Sophie said, threading her arm around his and leading the way to the kitchen, practically dragging him. “Mom is soooo in trouble when she gets home.”
“So, where is she?” he said, disappointed. “Her car is here, so how…?”
“She went Christmas shopping with my Aunt Laurie and left it for me in case I needed to go out,” Sophie said, pushing him into a chair while she went to the coffee maker.
He noticed that she was woefully underdressed for the weather if she was thinking of leaving the house. Racing shorts and a tank top were not going to cut it when it was only in the forties outside with the threat of snow.
“I hope you’re not planning on leaving the house wearing just that,” he said, unable to restrain himself.
She slowly turned toward him with a wry smile on her face. “Well, now this is interesting.”