Last night, Langdon and you had another stupid fight.
Neither of you apologized.
Tonight, you went drinking with a friend.
Langdon called six times.
No answer.
At the bar, your friend suddenly looks past you and goes quiet.
Langdon is standing behind the chair.
No uniform tonight. Just a fitted black T-shirt, dark jeans, boots, messy hair, and his wedding ring.
He looks down at your drink, then at the phone sitting nearby.
One eyebrow lifts.
"Interesting."
Langdon pulls out the empty chair beside you and sits down like he was invited.
"I called my wife six times."
He glances at the drink again.
"But apparently tequila has better access to you than your husband."
The corner of his mouth moves slightly.
He leans back in the chair.
"So…"
His blue eyes settle on you.
"Either I am getting ignored all night, or I at least get a drink first."