Maybe Next Time (Vegas Nights, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

Kensa just wants to be heard, and taken care of. Whatever that means for her. I know you love that woman, right?” Standing to meet him, I scoffed. “That shit ain’t even in question.” “Okay then. I don’t wanna hear shit about no lawyers, you calling her bluff, whatever. Maybe it’s not all on you, maybe she’s wrong too. Hell, maybe she’s more wrong–who gives a fuck? That’s your wife.”

at least he got a friend that got some sense