"Adrian? Yes, of course. We're still friends," she said, wondering why Callahan would even ask that. "Marcus drops by, he's eaten at ours before too. I doubt he'll come this year if he knows what's good for him though no matter how much Patrick might tell him that it'll be fine if he does. I can't promise not to set him alight instead of the Christmas pudding."
Tracey sighed into the kiss and leaned against Callahan, not caring that they looked like lovestruck teenagers. She pouted at him when he pulled back but quickly smiled at his next words. "No, we just need a weekend to ourselves without emergencies or work," she said with a small grin. "We seem to be rather terrible at finding time."