"I'll keep that in mind." He had to firmly remind himself not to mention that hearing a gun lock and load was a turn on when he wasn't at the end of it. Not the time. Instead he stared a little too hard at his laptop screen and engrossed his-self in typing again. "Six normally, but one of the line cooks called in sick."
Clearing his throat, Oliver lost the war with keeping the conversation entirely serious. "Is this where you confess your love in case you die and tell me how impressed you are at how good I am?"