“Yeah,” he said, grinning as if giving me the punchline to an uncommonly good joke. Goddamn… you really had it bad for her, didn’t you?”
“Did she know?” I asked. However it happened, I’d want him killed slowly… maybe in a weird way. Tyler shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink. Her tone suggested she was speaking to people being mildly unreasonable instead of breaking off a fistfight while holding two pistols. “No,” I said. After handing Tyler his ass and now having a lead on Roger, I was thirsty for more blood, and VanCamp had it coming. “You mean she’s cute.”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “Or… is it a bit of both?” Erin asked. “Hm?” he asked. This guy gets everything!? She told me about the wedding, and I let her make up her own mind without putting up a fight because I respect her enough to make the best decision for her. “Natalie, he’s said some heinous shit about you. “Get the fuck out.” I left before they had a chance to respond.
