Darryl sets his beer down so hard the table rattles. “Baby, I know what game you’re playing, and you need to cut the shit now.” “No games. I’ve just moved on.” She gives him a grin. “Haven’t you?” He works his jaw, trying to force a smile that doesn’t quite work. “Watch out,” he tells me. “She’ll leave you high and dry, she’s such a —” “A what?” I say pleasantly. “Can’t hear you.”
