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“Is that right?”
She leans in. “Yep, and it sounds like your girlfriend is a selfish cunt and your brothers are not big fans.”
Langford coughs.
Maxi’s eyes cut to him. “What? Am I wrong?”
“I need to drain the dragon,” he says before sliding off his stool.
Weston quickly plants his ass in the seat Langford vacated and slings an arm over my shoulders.
“We like Susanna just fine, Cor. It’s just that, lately, she seems to be more interested in keeping the roads hot than playing house. And at Garrett’s engagement party, Taeli overheard her say to you that she chose the wrong brother, which has made her persona non grata among the females as well.”
“She said what?” Maxi interrupts.
“That’s right; Taeli told Graham that she heard Susanna yelling it when you two were fighting outside,” Weston reveals.
Maxi glares at me for confirmation.
“She was jealous that Ansley was going to join Garrett on tour. It was about the travel, not the man. She didn’t mean it,” I explain.
“Dude, I don’t care why she said it or what she meant. That was out of line,” she says.
“Great. You ganging up on me now too?” I ask her.
“Honey, it sounds like someone needs to shoot it straight with you instead of tiptoeing around your feelings and discussing your business behind your back. That chick sounds like a dick.”
“She isn’t always. She’s just frustrated. Before my promotion, my schedule had more wiggle room.”
Maxi shakes her head. “Classic battered woman syndrome.”
Weston chuckles.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“You heard me. It’s the same excuse every single battered woman uses.He isn’t always mean. He didn’t mean it. He’s very sorry. It’s actually my fault it happened. Let me tell you, if that woman truly loved you, she’d cherish the time you had together and not make you feel guilty for taking a promotion that was good for your career. She should be proud, not salty.”
“Yeah, what she said,” Weston yells.
“Are you a bartender or a therapist?” I ask.
She grins. “A little of both. Do you want another?” She nods toward my empty glass.
“Hit me.”
“All right. Now, you’re talking. Let’s get drunk,” Weston bellows.
Langford returns and groans. “I guess I’m driving you two home.”
“Nah, grab a glass, bro. We’re celebrating Cor here finally seeing the light. I’ll call and get Morris’s ass up and make him chauffeur us tonight,” Weston states.
“In that case, bring us another pitcher, Maxi,” Langford calls.
Maxi
“Last call!” I shout to the remaining customers.
The band finished up, and most of the patrons cleared out by midnight.
