"You do realize I'm a cop right?" James asks once Davin returns with the bottle opener and takes the space beside him on the sofa. He scoots over, close enough that their thighs are touching and so he can take the corkscrew from Davin and open the bottle of red wine that Lilly had bought to go along with their dinner. "Most of my meals are eaten in a car while my partner blares really awful music that he knows I hate," he says as the bottle makes a pop noise as the cork is released.

He pours them each a glass of wine and hands one to Davin with a softer smile. "Here you go. Tell me what you think," he instructs taking a sip of his own wine. "Good?"