Aidan was still staring the thing that was supposed to be dinner with a dreamy expression when the knocking brought him back to the present. He didn't even notice how his face lit up with a smile as the Irishman rushed to the door and opened it with a flourish, completely oblivious of the fact that he was still wearing an apron with the oh-so-dignified depiction of a leprechaun who said: Kiss me, I'm Irish!
"Tracey." Aidan beamed at her, then tried to reign in his enthusiasm. "Hi."