Chapter 50

Bob shrugged. “Probably. Randall’s waters don’t run all that deep. Soon as he shifts his focus to a new guy, he’ll be fine.”

“The sooner the better.” I reached for a nacho chip and shook off the negative feelings as the emcee announced the trivia game was starting. I wasn’t going to let Randall’s problem become mine.

* * * *

Or maybe I didn’t have a choice. Wes remained silent on the walk home, although he held my hand. I couldn’t decide if his expression was dismay, irritation, or merely pensive. Like my Dad, Wes had a good poker face when he wanted to hide his feelings.

After shutting the apartment door behind us, he gave me a weak smile and pulled me in for a brief hug. Greg’s bedroom door stood ajar, so he wasn’t home yet. No surprise since it was still early.

In our bedroom, Wes sat on the corner of the mattress and stared at me, his head cocked to the side. “I don’t need to tell you…” He pressed his lips together.