Wiley wasn’t charmed. “Call me sometime, Ryan. Maybe we can do business together.” Wiley handed him his card.
Ryan didn’t take it.
Wiley shrugged and returned it to his pocket. “See you around.” He looked smug. As if he had a secret he was waiting to reveal.
“Not likely, Mason. I don’t think we move in the same circles anymore. Haven’t for a long time, although not nearly long enough.”
Mason flushed. He turned and walked away, swaggering into the crowd.
Boon worried about Ryan. He’d paled and was shivering slightly. Maybe he hadn’t fully recovered from the Pig Stile episode. He threaded his fingers through Ryan’s and leaned in to whisper in a pseudo-Sopranosvoice, “Hey, boss, want me to take him out back and ruin that pretty-boy face of his?”
Ryan chuckled. And relaxed.
“Come on, let’s find our seats and get something hot to drink and some food. I’m hungry.”
“I’ll tell you about him later.”