"Of course you aren't," he agreed, his tone as placating as his grin was insufferable. "I forgot who I was speaking to for a moment. I beg your pardon."
He was still holding her hand even as they sat in the booth at the small, round table. Callen had noticed that small gestures tended to throw Tracey off balance more than large, elaborate ones, and he liked her off balance. So long as it was in a good way.
"I just come here all the time. It's a big favorite with the guys at the office-- we're here a lot for lunch. And I got her son off. The charges against him were complete shite, and I managed to get them dismissed."