¡°He would have been there for you.¡±
¡°What am I supposed to do, huh?¡± I threw my arms in the air. ¡°I¡¯ve already given u¡ª¡±
I stopped myself before I could finish but it was too late.
¡°What? Given up your girlfriend? Ha!¡± He spat on the ground and I felt my blood boil,
heating up my face. ¡°You think any of us gives a fuck about some whore you met an hour
ago? What? You love her?¡±
¡°Fuck off. Now.¡± I snapped. ¡°She¡¯s nothing to me. I haven¡¯t spoken to her. I¡¯m not
going to. What more do you want from me?¡±
¡°Enough!¡± Tank¡¯s voice boomed over us, Crow zipping his mouth before he could
shoot it off more. ¡°Jesus, Crow, I¡¯m not sayin¡¯ Wrench didn¡¯t fuck up that night, but he¡¯s
right, you¡¯re putting the blame on the wrong guy. But he ended things with the girl¡
What else can he do?¡±
Crow pressed his palms from the table to push himself from his chair. ¡°I guess there¡¯s
nothing,¡± he said and walked out of the busy bar.
My chest was heaving, and I stared at the table, feeling all of their eyes on me.
Lighting a cigarette and grabbing my beer, I slammed back to my chair, fuming. I felt a
hand on my back and Archer¡¯s voice say, ¡°Cheer up, big guy.¡±
¡°Hm.¡± I drank my beer.
¡°So, that girl¡¡± he asked quietly so no one else would hear. ¡°You¡¯re really done with
her.¡±
¡°Yes, Christ,¡± I said through my teeth, ready to knock out the next person who
interrogated me. ¡°I slept with her once and missed a phone call and you¡¯re all acting like I
gave her a fuckin¡¯ engagement ring.¡±
¡°Fine, then,¡± Archer said and motioned toward a blond sitting at the bar alone. ¡°She
looks like she¡¯s looking for some company. Blonde, too.¡±
Not looking at Archer, my forehead wrinkled. I hadn¡¯t mentioned any preference for
blonds before. Before Samantha, everyone knew I had a thing for redheads. Deciding it
was a coincidence, I stared at the back of the woman¡¯s blond hair that reached the mid of
her back. From behind, she looked small. Shorter than Samantha with a little more
weight, but not too much.