“You should have called, babe. We were right up the street at that new Mexican place.” Starr was in nothing but in his uniform pants, shaving at his sink.
“I told you, I didn’t have my phone.” Mark was fussing with his hair in front of his own mirror. Neither was accustomed to sharing his get-ready time, and they’d been trying each other ever since Mark had beaten Starr to the first shower and Starr had finished the coffee while Mark was in it. Coretta was going to owe him big for this.
“I know, I mean after. When you got home.”
Mark shrugged. “I would’ve, I guess, if I’da known you were gonna be out all night.”
“All night?” Starr moved the blade away from his neck while he laughed. “I was in bed asleep—with you—by ten.”
Still Mark pouted. He’d been asleep, not staring at the clock. H
