“You’re an i***t,” Leon leaned over The Saloon’s bar, pouring out a beer with the perfect amount of misty foam at the top. “A grade A one at that.”
“People keep calling me that, it’s getting damned annoying.” Kyle took the beer and drank it. It didn’t taste as good as it should. She tasted like beer that night after the steakhouse. She had tasted like beer and wildness, and even then she’d told him no. It meant something to him, but he didn’t know exactly what. “Why am I an i***t?”
“You let her go.” Joe slipped into the chair next to him. He shrugged his shoulders. “No, you pushed her away, broke her.”
“How do y’all even know this?” Kyle demanded.
“Hannah,” Rudy offered, pouring himself a beer. “Emily called her. You know women.”
“I know women,” Vinny offered. “I’ve had four wives, I
