I have no idea what you’re talking about, Harlow shook her head
I honestly had no idea what to say to that.Sorry, I mumbled. I didn’t mean to give you a shakedown about it.
It’s okay, Liam said, after the silence had stretched to the point of breaking. It’s fine.There wasn’t a way to explain how I knew. Maybe it was the way Liam’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, or how he kept glancing in his side mirror throughout the conversation, long after a silver car had passed us from the other direction. It could have been the way his shoulders sagged, sloping down in a way that was so defeated. I just knew, long before I caught his worried eyes in the rearview mirror.Slowly, without disturbing Zu and Chubs as they watched an endless stream of forest pass by the side windows, I crouched between the two front seats again.
Liam met my gaze for a split second, nodding in the direction of his side mirror. See for yourself, he seemed to say. So I did.Trailing behind us, back about two car lengths, was an old white pickup truck. With the rain fogging up the air between the two cars, I couldn’t tell if there were one or two men inside. They looked like little more than two black ants from where I was sitting.
Interesting, I said, keeping my voice even.
Yep, he said, his jaw clenched. The muscles of his neck strained. Gotta love West Virginia. Glorious Mountain State. Land O’Many John Denver Songs.We run. We break apart and scatter. The five of us make it back to the confines of the limo in record time, and the driver takes off. The flashing lights of Las Vegas’s finest don’t follow us. Thank God.
You may not understand it, but believe me when I tell you this was an awesome development to our evening. No matter how old he is, every guy thinks it’s cool to drink, gamble, and then beat the shit out of somebody with his closest friends. We pass around a bottle of vodka and show off our battle wounds, bragging about how great we were.Did you see that guy’s teeth explode? Bam!
I had that big son of a bitch on the ropes. He was ready to cry for his ugly mama.Hope that loser likes liquid meals, ’cause that’s all he’s gonna be able to have for a long time.