If the pink haired woman that stood in the doorway looked perturbed or shocked to see him, his expression mirrored her own by way of surprise. Hazel hues raked her assessingly from the short pink pixie cut, to the glasses perched on her nose, to her petite stature with an inquisitive eye. Though his lips did twitch up in bemusement at her exclamation. “Not Jesus no,” he started, using the Hispanic inflection rather than the hard J and emphasis on the e’s. The grin punctuated itself into a dimple in his cheek when the woman in front of him still could only stare. If he had been anyone else, he might have been more bashful about the way she looked at him. “I know I’m probably more disappointing than Jesus, judging by the look. Please come inside. You must be Gen’s friend Mac,” he offered salaciously as he stepped away from the door and gestured into his front hall.<br/><br/><br/>Just in time for Gen herself to come up from the background with Dunkin in towe. His hand dropped instinctively down to ruffle the dog’s head with his heavy palm. The animal bumped against his legs, enjoying the attention, but also curious as to who the new the new face was. Tongue lolling from his face, he pushed past both Oliver and Gen to bump against her. With his tail wagging, he licked both her hands before looking up at her expectantly. And even barked when she took too long to give him the attention that he demanded.<br/><br/><br/>With Oliver’s eyes sliding away from the petite woman to the dark haired vixen, the grin was still lit on his face. He wagged his brows down at her as well, as if knowing what she was thinking, before he stepped fully out of the way, but not before grazing his fingertips along her hip to the small of her back in a light touch. Unlike her, Oliver was making no attempt at avoiding contact with Gen, the sudden spark between them ignited in his mind -- as well as his body. Even though his thoughts screamed at him to behave still, the temptation to touch was still there. He leaned down, his palm lingering, to whisper close to her ear. “We aren’t done talking.”<br/><br/><br/>Then straightening he grinned once more at Mac. “Nice to meet you. You ladies make yourself comfortable in the living room and I’ll go get us some beers. Do you like beer?” He cocked a brow toward Mac. “Then we can talk about this.. Situation and what we’re going to do about it. Deal?”<br/><br/><br/>He padded off to the kitchen with a lingering grin on his face and a heavy conscience holding him down. It wasn’t until he had stepped into the kitchen that he released a heavy sigh and leaned his palms against the countertop, his head hanging and his eyes closed. The whirlwind of events of the past two days were starting to catch up to them as the puzzle pieces were unveiled. And here he had thought this tangle of things had been left in the dust. Once Mac did her thing, Oliver had a couple more people he needed to call; old associates that had nothing to do with the police force he was now on. The muscles bunched in his shoulders as he pushed away from the counter and yanked open the door to the fridge, staring blankly into the glaring light before he pulled out three Shiners from the cardboard box inside. He popped the caps with the metal remover above his trash can and made his way back out into his living room where he had left the ladies. Once more, the grin planted itself on his face, looking comical with how forced it was. Rather like Dunkin, who now sat at Mac’s feet with his tail thumping expectantly as his attention slid from one woman to the other.<br/><br/><br/>Oliver set the three beers down on the coffee table before she leaned back to ease himself down into the armchair, his hands gripping the arm as he stretched his legs out in front of him. “Now. Has Gen filled you in on the puzzle pieces or…?” He couldn’t help it. Heavy lids drooped as he cast a glance toward the dark haired woman whose presence was still burned into his memory from having her trapped up against him in his arms. “We need you to try and decode some files,” he said bluntly after a pause, hazel eyes moving like molasses back toward the pink haired woman, reluctant to leave the first.