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“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“It matters a hell of a lot. It’s your damn swimmers that helped make the child. You’ve got more of a say in this than you realize. Don’t be a pussy, Rake. I know you love the woman, but stand up for yourself. Tell her to shit or get off the pot.”
Smirking, Tyler sips at his water. “You saying something bad about Esme? Of all people?
“I’m not saying anything bad about her. I’m simply saying she’s being foolish. That this is all just a bunch of horseshit. There’s no reason to keep it from Millie. It’s not like it’s horrible news. For either of you.”
“You gonna say all that to Esme’s face? Tell her she’s making a mistake? Being foolish?”
“No. And you’re not going to tell her I said it, either. I’d prefer to keep my balls exactly where they are, thank you very much. And you…” He nudges Wick with his elbow. “...does any of this make sense to you?”
In response, Wick bobs his head from side to side, then shrugs his shoulders.
“What the hell is that…” Alcott mimics the gesture. “... supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t have a horse in this race. I’m just here to listen. To support. Not throw my two cents.”
“How very diplomatic of you. I hope you’re not going to be like this when we get out onto the street. All passive and shit. I can barely carry my own weight most days, I don’t need to be carrying yours as well.”
“Job me and ‘real life me’ are totally different people.”
“You must have an opinion. One way or another. Does it make sense to you, or is it just the stupidest damn thing you’ve ever heard of?”
“My opinion means nothing. I’m not taking sides in this. I’m not a father. I don’t have kids.”
“It matters a lot. It means I don’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to telling other people what to do with their children.”
“I don’t have any either…”
“That you know of,” Tyler mutters.
“...but I know when something is purely idiotic. And this is about as idiotic as it gets. Tell us. Come on. How do you feel about all this? What do you THINK about it?”
“I think…” Wick downs his bourbon and then waves the empty glass at the bartender. “...I need another drink.”
