To be perfectly honestly, Matt hadn't bought Lyla anything for Christmas. He probably should have. After all, he'd been sleeping with her for quite a while, now. When it boiled down to it, though, she was just some girl he was sleeping with... she was just some girl he'd play knight in shining armor for... she was just some girl he'd comforted after an attack.
Yeah, there was no two ways around it, she'd gotten him a gift and he should have done the same for her.
So, that was exactly what he did. On his way to her place, he stopped at a Wal-Mart/Target/something similar and picked up the nicest spa/bath gift basket he could find. Deciding that wasn't quite enough, he'd also picked up a bottle of wine and shoved it right in the middle.
Of course, there was no way for him to actually hide said gift so it was sitting in the middle of his truck seat when she slid into the passenger side.
"Hey," he grinned.
Unlike Lyla, Matt was thinking about how damned good she looked. He'd made no such resolutions for himself and he didn't care about Adam in the slightest.
"So where are we headed?" he asked, giving her another look as he pulled away from the curb. It probably wasn't good for the other guy to linger outside of her apartment building, right?