Not that Brad could blame him. Simon's mother made a hell of a plate of spaghetti.
He had a second helping himself. "I like your pictures in the living room," Brad said to Zoe.
"The postcards? I collect them from people I know who go places."
"We make the frames," Simon put in. "Mom has a miter box. Maybe one day we'll go places, and we'll send people postcards. Right, Mom?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know." She twirled pasta absently around her fork. "Somewhere."
"We're going to Italy one day, and eat spaghetti over there." Grinning, Simon stuffed more in his mouth.
"They don't make it any better than your mom does."
"You been over there and stuff?"
"Yeah. The picture you have of the bridge in Florence? I've stood there."
"Is it really cool?" Simon wanted to know.
"It's really cool."
"They've got a place over there that's got water for streets."
"Venice, Simon," Zoe reminded him. "They're canals. Have you been to Venice?" she asked Brad.
"Yes. It's beautiful. You go everywhere in boats," he told Simon. "Or you walk. They have water taxis and water buses."
"Get out!"
"Really. There aren't any cars in Venice, and no roads for them. I've got some pictures somewhere. I'll dig them out and show them to you."
He shifted his attention back to Zoe. "How's the work progressing?"
"Dana's bookshelves came in today. We dropped everything to set them up. It was a real moment for us. And the windows came in." She cleared her throat. "I want to thank you for arranging the installation. It was very generous of you."
"Uh-huh. Did you get my note?" She twirled the last of her pasta on her fork. "Yes. Despite that, it was generous of you."
He had to laugh. "Think about it this way. Indulgence has brought considerable business into HomeMakers over the last couple of weeks. This was our way of thanking you for your patronage. So, did they get all the windows in?"
"I imagine you know the answer to that already." He was a man, she was sure, who knew that whatever he ordered done was done.
He acknowledged that with a tip of his glass. "The crew said they looked good—and that they got cookies and coffee out of the deal."
Amused, she looked down at his plate. "Looks like you got two helpings of spaghetti out of it."
He grinned at her, and lifted the bottle to pour more wine into her glass.
"I'm stuffed," Simon announced. "Can we go play a video game now? Me and Brad?"
"Sure."
Simon popped up, and Brad noted that he took his dishes and set them on the counter by the sink.
"Can I let Moe back in?"
Zoe drilled a finger into Simon's belly. "Keep him out of my closets."