“Come on, Mark.” I didn’t need anyone to defend my honor, although it felt nice. “We don’t want to be late.”
“f*****g fags. No wonder Susan stopped seeing you, Mann.”
“Mark!” I didn’t bother turning around. I knew he would be on the verge of punching McVey. “If you strike him, we are going to lose our reservations.” I swallowed a smile as I heard McVey’s footsteps hurrying across the street.
Mark went back to his car, removed the garment bag with his tux, and then stalked up the walk. “He’s just lucky I’m a reasonable person,” he snarled.
“Thank you.” I unlocked the door and entered, with Mark at my heels.
“For what?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “He works at Justice, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” I dropped my duffel bag and reset the alarm, not bothering to ask how he knew.
“And ‘Susan’
