Page 85 of Cowboy's Last Stand
“He wasn’t invited.”
“So you ditched him.”
“Yes.”
“Do you do that often?”
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”
“When you talk to girls, is he a hindrance?”
Gabe’s brow furrowed.“He’s not a help.”
“Why not?”
“He’s rude, aggressive, impatient—”
“Physically aggressive?”
“Sure.”
“Describe it.”
“He’ll grab a girl’s ass in a crowd or hold her arm to keep her from leaving.”
“What do you say when he does this?”
Gabe gave Wade a blank look.“I don’t say anything.”
“You don’t object?”
“I don’tencouragehim.”
“You stand by in silence while he manhandles women.”
“Next time, I’ll make a citizen’s arrest,” Gabe said, sarcastic.
“Have you witnessed a sexual assault perpetrated by him?”
Gabe recoiled in shock.Wade didn’t think the reaction was feigned.“Hell, no.”
“Have you participated in a rape or attempted rape with him?”
“No way.I wouldn’t do that.”
“Would he?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re his best friend.He tells you things.”
Gabe shook his head in denial.“He doesn’t tell me that.”
“Why not?Would you report it?”
He avoided Wade’s gaze, seeming reluctant to answer.He looked thin and awkward and painfully young.Along with the smell of alcohol and nervous sweat, another scent clung to him, like cologne or body spray.
Wade changed the subject.“You’re a good waiter.Women like you.”
