Chapter 49

Kerry favors Samir with a grin, then asks Lisa, “You want another glass of wine?”

“Is it seven yet?” The wine tastes fine for three dollars a glass. After seven o’clock it goes back to six, which is a little steep, Lisa and Samir agree, for rosé dispensed from a three-gallon jug.

Kerry turns to look at the clock above the bar, presenting his lithe physique from an especially beneficial angle. He has hips like SpongeBob SquarePants and a butt barely the size of two baseballs, but the twist in his tight torso definitely ac-cent-tchu-ates the positive, and Samir’s nearly busted licking his chops when Kerry turns back and says, “Ten ‘til.”

“Then I’ll do one more,” Lisa acquiesces.

“How ‘bout you?” Kerry asks, setting a hand on Samir’s shoulder. “‘Nother beer?”

“I s’pose I’d better.”

“Atta boy.” Kerry gives Samir’s shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll be right back.” He pats Samir’s arm as he turns to walk away.