Chapter 13Mars
March 12
There was no good reason for Laurie to be in the kitchen so early. “I didn’t wake you up, rattling around in here, did I?” Mars said it quietly, because as far as he knew Pax was still asleep.
“You didn’t wake me up,” she said, yawning. “You know how I do.” Home from the show around midnight, to bed for five or six hours of sleep, up for a workout and first breakfast, back to bed for two or three hours. Mars did indeed know how she do.
He smiled, poured her a cup of coffee, handed it over. “My head won’t rest.”
“How did he like the show?”
“Oh, God, he loved it. Your show’s the kind of show people tell people about.”
She snickered into her mug. “Back before all the Cirque shows came to town, my kind of show was Vegas.”
“Still is. Always will be.”
“He liked y
