Taste testing with Olivia was kind of a date, right?

Luke grinned when he saw her coming into the kitchen behind his brother. He figured if Nick made it more official-like, she was more likely to come down.

The look she gave him as soon as she spotted him was exactly what he wanted. Her lips twisted in the disapproving moue she used when she wanted to smile, and her eyes sparkled.

“So what is this kitchen debate?” she asked, walking over to stand beside Luke. She looked professional but seriously sexy in gray slacks and a dark green silk button down. Redheads really did look good in green, even when they didn’t have green eyes, he decided. It wasn’t something he’d ever really noticed before. Olivia wore red more than any other color, but he liked her in green too. Then again, he hadn’t ever seen her in a color he didn’t like her in.

“I don’t know yet, we’ve been waiting for you so I can find out,” he said, automatically leaning towards her so their arms brushed against each other, their hands resting on the steel counter. They were on one side of the pass-through window between the stoves and the main area of the kitchen, while Nick and Avery were on the other. As soon as he’d come in, Nick had dragged him back to get his opinion and Luke had suggested seeing if Olivia wanted to come join them.

His brother had smirked, but agreed to go ask her.

“We have a couple different dishes and Avery and I disagree on which recipe is better for each dish,” Nick said, giving the woman a glare, arms crossed across his chest. Luke recognized the stance and he hid his own smirk. Nick totally had a thing for his sous chef. What was it with the two of them and office romances? Avery ignored Luke, filling two small bowls with soup and handing them through the window straight to Olivia and Luke.

“This is A,” she said, lifting the one in her right hand slightly before lowering it and lifting the other. “And this is B.”

“They look exactly the same,” Olivia said, taking A and looking between the two bowls rather dubiously.

“They’re not,” Nick and Avery said in unison before giving each other dirty looks. Luke didn’t bother to hide his smile this time as he took the B bowl from Avery.

Silverware and two glasses of water had already been laid out on the counter in front of them, so he picked up a spoon and sniffed at the soup. “Smells good. What kind of soup is it?”

“Saus—ow!” Avery shot Nick a dark look after he elbowed her.

“It’s a blind tasting!”

“That means they don’t know who made it, they’re allowed to know what kind of soup it is, you twit!” she snapped back.