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are done.”
    Nick studied him while taking a casual gulp from his bottle. “Seriously?”
    Rusty held his gaze. “Would I lie about something like that?”
    “Probably. Did he find out she was sleeping with another bartender or something?”
    Rusty chuckled. “No idea. She just said they were kapoot ,” he said, making quotations with two fingers on each hand.
    “Huh,” Nick said, taking it all in with another long drink.
    “Said they’re going out tonight. We should meet up with em .”
    Nick let out a short laugh. “Why would I ever want to hang out with that cheater?”
    “To help your boy hook up with Stacey, is why. Remember me? Your friend? Man, you get a girlfriend and you disappear quicker than stability in the Middle East.”
    “Dude, it’s a Sunday night tonight.”
    Rusty’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, and it’s service industry night too. The place will be packed with the hottest waitresses in town. I’m telling ya , it’s gonna be ass-soup!”
    Nick arched an eyebrow. “Some of us don’t care and have to work in the morning.”
    “Nick, listen to me,” Rusty began, leaning up on the couch. “I swear to God we’ll be home by midnight. Please, don’t be an old man. Not now. I need you.” A pleading look gripped his face. “Come on, for me.”
    Nick held his gaze and dropped it. “Not a chance. I know you, and you are never home by midnight.”
    “Scout’s honor,” Rusty said, holding up two fingers. “And you know when I say scout’s honor , it’s serious. I was a cub scout, Nick.”
    “Uh, the scout’s honor is three fingers not two.”
    Rusty looked to his hand and shot another finger out to join the other two in their rigid salute. “Hey you know what I always say, get honor and stay honor!” He grinned and raised his eyebrows twice.
    Nick wrinkled his face. “I still don’t know what that means.”
    “Come on, Nick. You won’t have to get your hands dirty, I promise. Just hold my hand while I pull a few digits and we’re out.”
    Nick sighed and leaned his head back against the chair. “We better be back by eleven-thirty.”
    Rusty clapped his hands together one time. “And hey, who knows? You may even see what you've been missing out on and get back in the game.”
    “I doubt that.”
    “Nick, I need my wing-man back, you’ve got to do the right thing and dump this chick.”
    Nick frowned.
    Rusty leaned closer and looked into Nick’s eyes. “Listen to me, everyone I know is either married or almost married, and I’m too old to make new friends.”
    Nick cocked his head. “You’re only twenty-nine.”
    “Yeah, and in June I’ll be thirty. I might as well get a cat.”
    Nick laughed and spit beer out his nose.
    Rusty leaned back and went to work with the remote. "Plus your chick gives me the creeps,” he mumbled, landing on some ghost hunting show.
    Nick stared at him in disbelief, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Why?”
    “First of all, have you ever seen her in the daylight? Her skin is vampire white. I bet she burns at indoor pools."
    Nick snorted. “You’re crazy, man.”
    “Either way, you better start wearing garlic necklaces. And why doesn’t she have any friends?”
    “Probably because she just moved here.”
    Rusty raised his eyebrows. “When?”
    Nick shrugged. “Two years ago.”
    “Two years? That’s plenty of time to have made some hot little chick friends! I’ll tell you this much, Nicky, a chick with no friends is a chick who likes to scrapbook. Is that how you want to end up spending your weekends? Scrapbooking? Think about it,” he said, tipping the beer back.
    Nick grinned. “You’re just pissed she hasn’t hooked you up with anyone.”
    Rusty’s jaw dropped. “Exactly! And have you ever tried having a conversation with the girl? It’s like pulling teeth.”
    Nick snorted and took another drink.
    A knock on the red front door startled them. They traded mystified looks.
    “ You expecting someone?”
    Nick’s lips