"If I was an asshole who preyed on my customers, yeah."
"Please. I only fuck women who beg me for it."
"Whatever you want to believe."
"Don't make me go into detail."
"Doesn't bother me."
"I will."
He shrugs and?
I shoot him my best side-eye. "You could find girls easy."
"I don't want to fuck some chick I won't remember."
"Why?"
He shakes his head. "It would take too long to explain it to you."
"So you've gone a year?"
"So what?"
"A year? How the fuck do you live?"
"I have a hand."
"Still."
He rolls his eyes. "I have standards."
"You don't ever want to love someone again?"
"Do you?"
Fair enough. But I don't want to talk about me. I don't want to think about how fucked this is. "You and Leighton—"
"Are friends."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. She thinks I'm a miserable bastard."
"You are."
He flips me off.
"You do hang a lot."
"So do the two of you."
True. But she doesn't smile at me the way she smiles at him. And Ryan only smiles around her. "Would you fuck her?"
"She's not interested."
"If she asked?"