Yellow Bridge

"That is all."  

"You really suck at this." Nix stood up from the chair and turned to Diego. "You're an expert when it comes to women, right?" 

"Uh huh." Diego, who was going through the shelf for another bottle of whiskey, nodded. 

"Then you're going to help out Valeric." 

"With what?" He spun around with a raised brow.  

"With his wife," Nix responded. "He doesn't know a single thing about women, and you're going to help him pick." 

Diego kept back the whiskey. "So, you're asking me to go with him?"  

"Exactly." 

"And who's going to drive us?" 

"I will." 

The two of them immediately shifted their attention to Valeric who spoke. "You?" Diego had the urge to laugh. 

"Yes. Is there a problem?" A hint of displeasure sharpened the blade of Valeric's voice. 

Diego turned toward Nix. "He doesn't even know how to drive!" Nix didn't make a response, clearly avoiding getting on Valeric's bad side. 

"Nix!"