CHAPTER 40
THE TINNY SOUND of “I’m a Barbie Girl” blasted through the wall behind Luke’s head, and he woke with a start. Was that Mack? If so, she had terrible taste in music.
The din stopped, and he leaned back on the pillow, but it started up again seconds later.
When Barbie wailed about being wrapped up in plastic for the third time, he gave up and swung his legs out of bed. The clock on the wall told him he’d had five hours sleep—that would have to do.
When he found Mack in the kitchen, her hair was wet, and she’d twisted it up into a knot on top of her head. Even without a scrap of make-up on, she put most other women to shame.
“Coffee?” she asked, and without waiting for an answer, she poured him a cup.
“Cheers. I’m already awake, though, thanks to Barbie.”
“It’s awful, isn’t
