Chapter 19
“I think it’s time to go, DB,” I said a couple of hours later. This dinner was done; he hadn’t made any inroads into his food, toying with the ribs and chicken the entire time.
“Can I have one last drink before we go?”
“No.” After his third green apple jolly rancher, I’d told April not to bring him another one.
“Fine.” He thrust out his lower lip. “See if I help you out when the son of a b***h breaks your heart.”
“Mark won’t do that, but of course you’d console me. You’re my friend.”
His eyes welled up with tears. “You love me, don’t you, Quinn?”
“You know it.” Our waitress had come up and was waiting to see if we needed anything else. “April, would you mind packing this up to go? We’ll take it home. And bring me the check.”
“Yes, Mr. Mann.” Her eyes were enormous. “Oh,
