I stifled a yawn, and Vic settled back around me, shielding us from the barroom noise. It didn’t feel like he was making a move like it had before.
“Sorry about that.” I cleared my throat. What had gotten into Stone? I had to change the subject. “Can I ask you something?”
He nodded and took a sip of his drink.
“You don’t act very Native American, considering how you look.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he grinned at me. “That was a question?”
“I don’t get it. I expected more of a…I don’t know…” I waved my hand like it would fill in the blank.
“More mumbo jumbo? More deep insight and cryptic sayings?” His grin had turned mocking.
“Yeah, sorry. It’s just—”