Beau opened the door. “If you want to tell me you told me so, go ahead. Just give me a fuckin’ cigarette first.” The tight knot in his gut cramped, fury scorching the back of his throat. God damn it, Lee. Beau pushed it away with both hands.
“You keep quitting with the quitting.” Vin sighed. “Yeah, in my jacket. C’mon. I’ll sit outside with you and you can tell me all about it.”
“Where’s Lisa?”
“Went to bed early.”
Beau crashed down on the steps, wincing as he aggravated bruises—David was pulling his punches, but that hadn’t kept a few blows from hurting like hell. Yeah, he couldn’t wait to explain that to Vin.
Vin waited, and that was impressive, until Beau lit a cigarette and took a few drags, letting the smoke and nicotine ease his pain.
“So what happened?”
Beau pinched the bridg
