“Actually, I’m here to see Mark.”
Barnaby tilted his head and frowned, staring rather blankly at him. “Mark who?”
“Mark Stevens.”
“OurMark?”
Drew laughed. “Well, yeah.”
Barnaby’s fingers closed around his arm. “Are you having legal trouble? Because I’m sure Nathan would help you. Probably for free.”
“No, nothing like that.” Drew cleared his throat and extracted his arm. “I’m here for a date. We’re going to dinner and a movie.”
Before Barnaby could respond, thankfully, the last door on the right opened and Mark appeared in the hall. He smiled and waved when he spotted Drew.
“Perfect timing,” Drew said. “I was just headed to your office.”
“I’m done for the day so I’m ready.” Mark made his way to where Drew and Barnaby stood. “I’m surprised you’re still here, Barnaby. Friday night? I didn’t know Travis was a slave driver.”