"You have to tell me everything."
Lily's voice interrupted Jane as she was counting the crates of freshly washed glassware. The brunch was set to begin in less than an hour and her business partner had waited until now to show up? Jane wrote the number of crates on her checklist before she forgot it.
"A little late aren't you?" Jane kept her gaze focused on the list of items to be completed.
"I slept in."
"I'm dying here. Tell me." Lily snatched the clipboard from Jane's hands. "How was it?"
"How was what?" Jane scowled at the redhead.
"You naughty girl. You're holding out on me."
"Give me my clipboard. Unlike you I have work to do."
Lily tucked the board behind her, and Jane rolled her eyes. Unless she wanted to engage in a childish shoving match, she'd have to wait until Lily decided to give it back.
"The least you could do is look at me when you lie." Lily was grinning from ear to ear.
"I am looking at you," Jane snapped. "You can be quite tedious..."
Her attention was caught by a pale bruise on the other woman's throat. Lily had a love bite. Jane began to smile. It looked like her friend had a few stories to tell as well.
"You have a hickey."
"Son of a bitch."
Lily shoved the clipboard at Jane then pulled a silver compact from her pocket. She flipped it open.
"I told him to not leave any marks." She dabbed the puff over the faint spot on her throat. "I have to work this weekend, and I can't wander around with love bites all over me." She muttered the last bit under her breath.
"Mmm, I guess he didn't hear you." Jane bit her lip. It was all she could do to keep from laughing outright.
Lily shot her a dark look. "Well, you're looking pretty pleased with yourself for someone who has razor burn on your jaw."