Ira groaned at Staas’ impish comment. “Don’t remind me. “ Really, Ira had no idea where Ori might have gotten that impression about Bridget; he’d fondly mentioned both of his coworkers to his sister, of course, but not to the extent that she’d think that he had the hots for either of them. And she had no way of knowing vice versa. It was all very confusing.
There was a moment while Ira tried to process what exactly Staas was trying to say, and then he rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re definitely going to get along with my sister. I don’t think I want you two to meet anymore. Two against one is decidedly unfair.” Oh, oops. That was a stupid thing to say, Ira realized, with a hard prod of guilt in his stomach. “No. Of course not.”
Lady was creeping around between couch and coffee table, thin flag of a tail waving about above the cushions. When Ira spotted her he set down his mostly-empty mug of tea on the glass top of the table and bent to the side to pick her up, giving her a satisfying cuddle against his chest. He looked up at Staas and smiled. “Yeah, you’re so right. Mundane’s quite nice.”