Saturday was crazy busy since it was just over a week until Mardi Gras. Almost as bad as Halloween, in Mark’s opinion, without the luxury of having the temps there to help out.
By the time he got home, he was ready to fall on his face. So when he heard the buzzer, he muttered, “Who the hell is bothering me at this hour of the evening?” The only person he could think of, if it wasn’t some i***t who’d pressed the wrong button, was Austin. It was, so he let him in, wondering why he was there.
As soon as he opened the door, Austin said, “I’d have called to see if you were busy but I don’t have your number.”
“No problem,” Mark replied, stepping aside to let him in.
“You look beat,” Austin commented. “Is now a bad time?”
“Not really. I was going to fix something to eat. If you want, I can m
