The cracked office glass muffled the ring of laughter, but Gene saw Sam’s happiness in the exposed length of his neck as he looked up at Annie, smiling gratefully like she were the only one to remember his birthday.
Of course Gene knew what day it was. Only he didn’t need sodding cake with chocolate sprinkles to prove the point.
Annie swept frosting from his pink lower lip and Gene had to look away. The gesture made him childlike, less the man Gene knew.
A simple phone call cancelled his dinner reservation. Obviously, Sam had better things to do tonight.