“Be my guest,” Rio said.
“Then you won’t mind if I see if he’d like to have some fun at the bonfire tonight?”
“Why should I? I ain’t got no plans for the little shit.” But even as he said it, Rio felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite identify. He forced it out of his mind. The guy was bad news and that was that.
* * * *
Mack and Seth planned some sort of icebreaker at the beginning of each week to get the guests interacting with each other—either a dance party in The Watering Hole Saloon, a barbeque on the patio, or a pool party. That night it would be a bonfire. A path behind the stable led to a wooded area that opened into a clearing in the center of which was a large, stone-lined fire pit. Around the pit were large logs and lounge chairs. There would be music and a portable bar.