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Scott hesitated a beat, then bumped Damon’s fist.
“Can it get a little more awkward right now?” Damon pointed in my direction. “This is Lizzie.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you.” I waved, then turned my glass three equal turns. Damon knew who this guy was by his voice? They must be friends.
“Man, you’ve been gone for ages.” He stood tall, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
“Got the shit beat out of me. Just woke up. Surprised you hadn’t heard.”
“No shit? You heard Walker’s gone? As in for good?” The guy stood there, looming over the table, like an immovable tree trunk.
“Wow. What’s happening, then?”
“Nothing. Shit hit the fan for a minute, but now it’s quiet as hell. Getting pizza for the boys.”
Damon huffed. “Still hanging with the boys, then?”
“Family, man.” Scott pointed at the server coming our way. “Oh, is this yours coming?”
Damon’s jaw tensed, and his nostrils flared. It was eerie how his eyes didn’t focus on anything. Damon had turned his head in Scott’s direction, yet his focus didn’t follow. “Not sure if it’s our pizza,asshole. I can’t see it.”
Heat steamed through my cheeks, thinking Scott would get pissed, but he laughed. “Stubborn asshole still. Blind didn’t change that.”
“Still kick your ass.”
“Doubtful. You’re looking kind of thin, man.” He nodded at me. “Got a Betty, though. Lizzie you said your name was?”
“Back off, numbnuts,” Damon said.
“Laying claim. I hear ya.” He backed away so the waitress could set our steaming pizza down. “You should come by.”
“Ah. No.” Damon shooed Scott away. “Just broke out of hospital jail, let me enjoy some grub with my girl, man.”
“Prick.” Scott held out his fist, then cringed and peered at me. “See ya, Betty.”
“It’s Lizzie, asswipe,” Damon said, shaking his head.
“I know.” He flipped Damon off, even though Damon couldn’t see it.
“He flipped me off, didn’t he?”
“That was the strangest interaction I’ve ever witnessed.”
Damon shrugged as he reached for the pizza. His fingertips landed in the middle. “Shit.”
“Want some help? And yes, he did flip you off.”
He grinned as he tapped along the tabletop for his napkin. “If Scott’s calling you a Betty, then you’re drop-dead gorgeous.”
“Oh really?”
“Trust me. Scott’s my boy—er—was my boy. I know his tastes and you’re it. Now get me some pizza, woman, before I die.”
I laughed and tugged a huge piece out for him. “Was your boy, huh?”
Damon took a bite of his pizza. “Oh yeah, this is the shit.”
I couldn’t help laughing at his face. Such happiness at such a simple thing. Pizza. Talk about a guy who knew how to make the best of a bad situation. If I had a fraction of that, things would be so much different.
