| More Painful Than The Last.

They sat in silence as two more rounds went by. Nate and Elliot would have sat quietly with him, too, although maybe Elliot would have tried to make him laugh. He’d have succeeded but it would not have been an easy undertaking for both of them. Elliot was the least patient with Danny’s hatred of women. Well, hatred was maybe too harsh a word…but he sure didn’t trust them. And all because of the flaxen-haired beauty whose ghost just ripped him to shreds all over again.

Danny sighed, motioning for the bartender to come over.

“Another round?” she asked without emotion of any kind.

“No,” Danny muttered. “Just the check. But use this card. Not the one he gave you.” He handed her a black American Express card.

Darrell objected, “D, let me get this for you.”

“No. But thank you. For…you know.”

The bartender glanced between them with a smile and turned to run the card. When she brought it back, she said, “So you’re not a jerk after all.”

Danny just snarled at her until she scurried away