36 - Drinking Buddy - 2

He gave me a two-finger salute and took a drink of his beer. “So, do you want to talk or want a drinking companion? Or I can just f.uck off.”

“No.” I shook my head. I did need a distraction. “I’ll give you the short version. Ex-type person found his mate, didn’t have the decency to even text me. His mate, of course, is beyond gorgeous, and his son, her son, I don't know, is apparently a blessed wo