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about something else, okay? Because I’ve had my fill of talking about her for one night.”
    Especially her disease. It made Danny’s stomach clench up just thinking about it.
    “Okay, tell me about the girl you met up with at the club. How’d that go?”
    Damn, the one thing Danny wanted to talk about even less than he wanted to talk about her .
    Normally, he would have jumped right in, supplying Nathan with every lurid detail of the encounter whether he wanted to hear them or not (and it was usually not ).
    But Danny didn’t feel like it tonight. He didn’t know if it was the hangover, the lack of sleep, or the general feeling of bored restlessness he’d been experiencing over the past few months.
    Well, more like the past twenty years, but it had gotten increasingly worse over the past few months.
    Danny shrugged. “Nothing much to tell. I met up with her, fucked her in the bathroom, got drunk, and called you for a ride. End of story.”
    “You had sex with her in the…wait, what bathroom? The bathroom at the club?”
    When Danny nodded, Nathan’s brows dropped low.
    “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never had sex in a public bathroom?” Danny asked.
    Nathan scoffed. “Uh, no . That’s illegal. And unhygienic. And pretty inconsiderate, if you think about it. People enter a public bathroom with the expectation of-”
    “Okay, okay, I get it,” Danny interrupted, lifting a hand. “No need to launch into one of your good citizen tirades. If it makes you feel any better, I only broke the law for about two minutes – three, tops. And no handicapped dudes came in needing to piss or shit while we were fucking, so no real harm done.”
    Nathan turned into the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot and pulled into the drive-thru line. “There’s the lifestyle I’m talking about. Believe it or not, that type behavior is not normal.”
    “You’re wrong. You’re all moral and uptight and cautious, but most guys aren’t like that. Or at least not to the degree you are.” Danny shot Nathan a glance, grinning. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but there’s a lot more fucking in public bathrooms going than you think, brother. It’s a fact you’re just going to have to live with.”
    Nathan’s upper lip curled. “God, I am so glad I’m married and that I’ll never have to deal with all that weird shit again.”
    “Why do I have the feeling Stella would be more than willing to-”
    Nathan held up his hand. “Uh-uh, stop right there. Don’t say another word.”
    “But you can’t tell me-”
    Nathan gave Danny one of his do-NOT-go-there glares. “ My wife. Not. Another. Word .”
    Danny grinned, but kept his mouth shut because he had no desire to die tonight. Because if there was one thing that turned cool Nathan into crazy, terrifying Nathan, it was dragging Stella (or even just Stella’s name) into anything he deemed inappropriate or negative.
    You’d have better luck going ten rounds with the fucking devil himself.
    “Before I forget –” Nathan shot Danny another warning glance. “Or before I have to punch your teeth down your throat – Stella wants you at Sunday dinner. She said if you refuse again, she’s going to start taking it very personally.” When Danny opened his mouth to reply, Nathan added, “ And she said that if you don’t come, she will drive to your house, bust in, and verbally berate you until you finally give in. She says you might as well just do what she says and save her the hassle. And I would advise you to just that because she is not joking around.”
    Being in homey settings like that was…uncomfortable…for Danny, which was why he’d turned down a year and a half of invitations from Stella.
    But Danny had known this day was coming. Stella’s patience had reached its threshold and Danny had no doubt she would do, without hesitation, exactly as she’d threatened.
    Plus, it had been about ten years since he’d sat down and eaten a home-cooked meal at an actual table.