“Is Antonio okay?” Ryan asked before they reached the restaurant door.
“He’s been good ever since Duena showed up with her boys.” He held the door open for Ryan, waiting for him to enter first. Inside the restaurant, it was dark and cool, smoke and beer bottles clinking together inviting Ryan to stay. “Before that, I got a taste of what it’s going to be like when he’s a teenager and thinks I’m full of shit.”
“I’m sorry. I told him I was just going to go visit Ty for a while, but I don’t think he believed me.” Probably because he was a mess when he left, and Tony was a bright boy.
Teo shrugged as he picked up a battered menu that might’ve been new in the seventies. “Not your fault. I’m the one who let you go. I’m the one who deserved the heat.”
Ryan glanced over his own menu, and found
