I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you aided in that fuck up, so I really don’t think you’re the right person to sit here and plead his case.”

“I took him down to the bar because all he was doing in the room was talking about how you were mad at him and wouldn’t even speak to him before he had to leave. He wanted to bring you along, but with school and your attitude, that didn’t happen.” I cocked my head to the side at the attitude comment. “He wanted you to come along so the two of you could spend some time together, maybe even become friends or something more.”

“I see.” I nodded my head. “So, when that didn’t happen – not that he tried super hard to convince me to go. He told me about it pretty much like an afterthought. You know, like, ‘I would have invited you, but you have school’.” Wes seemed somewhat shocked by that.

“That’s how he asked?”

I shook my head. “I just told you that he never actually asked me to go. He told me that he was going to, but that I had school, and he didn’t want to make things harder on me.”

“Jesus, what a fucking idiot,” Wes concluded. “Well, when I took him to the bar, it was because I thought you rejected the hell out of him, and he needed to get over it. I swear, it was just supposed to be some shots amongst friends and then back to the room.”

“Did you know he took his wedding ring off before you went down to the bar?”

“He… What?” Wes’s eyes met mine once again, and I could see that he hadn’t known. Either that, or the man was a ridiculously good liar. “No, I don’t remember him doing that.”

“There are pictures of him that night without it, and he already admitted doing it, so there’s no need to try to pretend that’s not what happened.”

“I swear to all that is holy and pure in this world that I did not know he left without his ring. We went for drinks because he needed a pick me up after what I thought was his wife’s rejection.”

I scoffed at that. “As if he was ever worried about me rejecting him?”

“Why wouldn’t he be? I’m telling you, even though I didn’t realize the ring thing, that he was torn up about the fact that there was no way you could come on the trip when he knew it was important that the two of you get to know one another better.”

“What kind of game are the two of you playing?” I asked without pulling anymore punches. Something wasn’t right about this. Wes seemed sincere in everything he was saying, but I knew better than to believe people like him. Especially when I had Tucker’s version of what happened that discredited whatever it was Wes was attempting to do here.