“Jesus, Laurel, it’s just me.” Mac opened the door a crack. “I knocked, then I shouted, but
you were too busy singing to hear me.”
“A lot of people sing in the shower. What the hell do you want?”
“Not a lot of people who are us sing ‘I’ve Got Rhythm’ in the shower.”
“I wasn’t singing that.” Was she? And now it would be stuck in her head all day. “You’re
letting out the heat. Go away.”
“What’s taking you so long?” Emma demanded as she came in.