Chapter 13

Pretending to be the waitress, Austin said, “You want me to hold the bread, huh?”

They said, in unison, “I want you to hold it between your knees,” before bursting out laughing.

Mark did order the steak sandwich, on sourdough bread, with all the trimmings that came with it. Austin opted for a Swiss and mushroom burger, and they both asked for beer.

“I think that was the first time I’ve seen you laugh,” Austin said when the waitress left.

“In all your window peeping, I never did?”

“I wasn’t peeping,” Austin retorted. “I was observing. And no, I don’t remember you laughing, even during your party.”

Mark winced. “I guess you probably didn’t. I’ve been fighting the fact I should have dumped Todd long before now and it didn’t make me particularly happy.”

“How about we table any discussion of him for now? You’re supposed to be celebrating your freedom, not wondering if you did the right thing. Which, as I said earlier, you did.”