Technically, cards didn’t start for another 50 minutes, but Derek and Jeff were almost always a half hour early. Knowing about Amber was one thing, but she had found the skeletons in my closet, the proof that no matter how much I claimed otherwise, she was still a huge part of my life. Sweet and beaming, but there was something off about it. Instead, she was at my closet door, inspecting something. Cards were strewn everywhere. I knew that, if he did, I’d come running. “Look, my truck is already paid for, and I’m sure if I asked, any one of those guys would pay off what you owed me three-fold anyway after tonight. Maybe tell him he’s wrong after you finish your anger management sessions.”
“I’m been under a lot of stress since my wife’s accident, I didn’t punch someone just because we can’t have sex right now.”
“Maybe not just because, but her mouth still works right?