Justin was laughing over the phone. "Where are you? Babylon?"
"Where else would I be on a Friday night?"
I heard a loud noise. "Hang on…"
A minute later, he was back. "Sorry. Brett's having a party tonight and his caterer was blocking the driveway."
I smiled. "Sounds a lot more exciting than Babylon."
"Well, I wish he'd stop having parties on work nights. I swear, that guy never sleeps."
I listened to him chatter for a few minutes. After we hung up, I picked my glass up off the bedside table, and slid my hand inside my unbuttoned jeans.