Mark had been to Lulu"s once before. He"d just started dating Rachel, and his squad were celebrating the bust of the year. The men had ploughed into Lulu"s like they were teenagers, downing bottles of cheap liquor and making fools of themselves with the w****s. Mark had sat with them, clasping a single bottle of beer and keeping his eyes on the floor. It felt wrong being there, though he couldn"t figure out why. Most of the other guys were married, and they were indulging without a second thought. He"d only started seeing Rachel, and he couldn"t even bring himself to look at the topless barmaids. He realised, in a room where he could have whatever he wanted, he only wanted Rachel. He decided that night, as his sergeant pushed a redhead under the table, he would ask Rachel to move in with h
