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count. I’ve exchanged dope for guns in abandoned lots, outnumbered ten to one. I’ve carted pounds of blow to Las Vegas all by myself, the stuff hidden in a spare tire. I’ve seen friends and family die in front of me, but I’ve always gotten my shit done .
    Manny sends me to do something, and no matter what, I deliver .
    Except now, apparently. Because of some accountant’s daughter from the valley.
    I don’t have a plan anymore. I’m supposed to be drugging her, but that ship has sailed.
    “My ex did Krav Maga,” the girl next to me says. She’s pretty and decked out in ice that looks real. “You look like you do Krav Maga.”
    I’m pretty sure that’s a martial art, but it could also be some kind of bongo drum I’ve never heard of.
    “I used to,” I hazard. “I’ve been too busy lately, though, so it’s just the gym for now.”
    “At least your firm is doing well,” she says. “My ex was a money manager, but then he got caught trading...”
    She keeps talking but I’m not paying attention. The band is back on the stage, talking and laughing and picking up their instruments, and I’m wondering if they’re going to start playing again.
    I lift my whiskey glass to my mouth again, but it’s empty, and then I realize the girl next to me is looking at me like she expects an answer.
    “Really,” I say, the most neutral word I can think of.
    She giggles.
    “Yeah, he was a real winner,” she says. She purses her lips and looks up at me sideways, through her eyelashes. I hold up my glass.
    “I need a refill,” I say. “I’ll be back in a jiff.”
    Jiff seems like a thing Brent would say.
    I order another Scotch, and as the bartender is handing it to me, I hear her voice.
    “You sure you should be going that hard?”
    I turn and there she is.
    “You know what sneaks up on people?” I ask her.
    “Are you going to say tigers?” she asks. The bartender puts a napkin on the bar as if to remind her what she’s doing, and she orders a club soda with lime.
    I raise my eyebrows at her.
    “I’m a responsible adult,” she says. “I’m taking a break.”
    “It’s because I’m here, isn’t it?” I ask. “Now you feel like a lush when I’m around.”
    “There’s no winning with you, is there?” she asks.
    We both step away from the bar, and now we’re the only ones standing on this side of the room. Everyone else is finishing dinner, the servers clearing away plates. The band is warming up.
    Across the room, the bride and groom are going from table to table, hugging people and shaking hands. I wish I could remember their names. Brent probably knows their names.
    “You never did tell me how you know Karen and Eddie,” she says. Her lips close around the straw in her drink and she takes a sip.
    Then she licks a droplet from her top lip, and fuck it’s distracting. All I can think about are those lips sliding over the shaft of my cock, that pink tongue flicking the underside.
    “I worked with Eddie at his first job out of college,” I say. It seems safe. There’s no way she knows all his coworkers from his boring office job, right?
    Instead, she tilts her head to one side.
    “When he was a wilderness ranger?” she asks.
    I look over at Eddie again. He’s slightly pudgy and barely taller than his wife.
    “That’s right,” I say.
    “You were a ranger too?” she asks.
    “I was his boss,” I say. I’ve had plenty of Scotch by now, so why the fuck not. “I was in charge of all the wilderness rangers in his, uh, division, actually.”
    I try to remember everything I know about forest rangers. There’s not much.
    My family went camping once before my dad left us, probably when I was seven or eight. I hardly remember it.
    “What was your favorite part of being a wilderness ranger?” she asks, her eyes dancing. She takes another sip, and I force myself to look away this time.
    “The wilderness,” I say. “I fought a bear once.”
    “Did you?” she asks.
    “It was pretty dire,