Defeated, angry, helpless, I drained my beer as the room started clearing out. “Mac,” I called.
Across the room, he turned away from where he was holding Yael back from clawing the eyes out of one of the security guards. “Sir?”
“We’re going out,” I said. Not a chance I was going to sit in my silent apartment, twiddling my thumbs, wondering why the fuck I was alone again. There were plenty of people who’d be more than happy to enjoy my company—people I didn’t have to force my presence on again and again.
“I’m going home,” announced Yael. “This night can suck it. Plus, we have to be up early for Mic’s appointment.”
“You’re going?”
“She asked me tonight.”
I jerked my chin. “Go home. No big deal. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
I’d be there too. I’d get my shit together and be back to myself tomorrow. But tonight, I’d let it all go, at least for a while.