“Then, why would you cheat on her? You were basically asking for a divorce, and now, you won’t give her one.”

He laughed once, chugged his beer, and then set it on the bar. “Because I thought she’d stay out of my head after that.”

“That,” I said, nodding to Anthony when he set down a fresh Manhattan, “makes you sound like an idiot.”

He fingered his bottle. “I was. I was an idiot. But she won’t let me fix it.”

I craned my neck at him. “You’re still in love with Val?”

He kept his eyes on his beer. “Who do you think gave her the bunny on her desk for her birthday? Damn sure wasn’t Marks.”

“Oh, shit,” Anthony said. “I had a bet going with Marks that you were gay.”

“Your gaydar is off,” I said.

One side of Anthony’s mouth curved up. “I bet that he was straight.”

Sawyer’s nose wrinkled. “Marks thinks I’m gay? What the fuck?”

I cackled, and just as Anthony leaned over to speak, Thomas sat in the stool next to me.

“Anthony needs to tell you that I’m here,” Thomas said.

My back stiffened, and my smile faded. “Maddox,” I said, greeting him.

“No shade, Maddox,” Anthony said. “I just promised I’d have her back from now on.”

Thomas looked confused.

“He means, no offense,” I said.

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“The usual?” Anthony asked, seeming annoyed that I’d had to translate.

“I’ll have a Jack and Coke tonight,” Thomas said.

“You got it.”

Sawyer leaned forward. “Bad day, boss?”

Thomas didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at his hands clasped in front of him on the bar.

Sawyer and I traded glances.

I continued our conversation, “Does she know?”

“Of course she knows. She knows everything,” Sawyer said with a grimace.

“It might just be time to move on.”

A couple of young guys pushed through the door. I’d never seen them here before, but they walked with their chests puffed out and their arms swinging. I began to turn around as one of them gave me a once-over.

“Nice blazer, Yoko,” he said.

Sawyer put his foot on the ground and began to stand, but I touched his arm.

“Ignore them. The Casbah had a rock concert tonight. They’re probably coming from there and looking for a fight. Look at the big one’s shirt.”

Sawyer quickly glanced in the pair’s direction, pointing out the two-inch long rip around the collar of the man’s T-shirt. We ordered another round. Thomas finished his drink, tossed a bill on the bar, and left without a word.

“That was weird,” Sawyer said. “He hasn’t been in here in how long?”

“Over two weeks,” Anthony said.

Sawyer spoke, “And he shows up, has one drink, and leaves.”

“Doesn’t he usually only have one drink?” I asked.