Carlos shook his head. “I’m working.”
Andy tried, “Then maybe when you get off?”
Beside him, Reese laughed. “Just cut to the chase, Andy.” Grinning at Carlos, he winked and motioned the waiter to lean in closer. In a loud stage whisper, Reese said, “He thinks you have a nice ass.”
Carlos frowned at him, and then he looked at Andy, hurt and anger mingling in his dark eyes. Without another word, he left. This time he didn’t even bother to look up at them in the mirror when he reached the bar.
Andy punched Reese’s shoulder as hard as he could. “You bastard!”
The sound of his fist hitting home was lost in Reese’s giggles, and even Palmer was laughing now. “Jesus Christ, you guys. What the hell is this? Just because you two are striking out, that means I can’t get any action, either?”
Pal
