Smirking, I lean back against Tom's chest, playing it up for all it's worth, my eyes briefly flickering over the chain dangling from Mike's hand and then away. Turning to murmur over my shoulder at Tom, I say, "Havin' fun markin' your territory?" just loud enough for him to hear.

I reach for one of the wads of newspaper, and it smells pretty awful but it's warm in my hands and my stomach grumbles impatiently anyway. It'll do.

"Think there's someplace to get a drink?"