Page 102 of Gatsby's Starlet
“Once I tell her what a fuckin’ piece of shit he is,” Horse said, looking way too satisfied with himself, “she’ll throw him aside.”
“You aren’t telling her shit,” Devil cut in, his voice sharp enough to stop it right there. “You’ll only make it worse running your mouth. I’ll handle it after we’re done here.”
That settled it, same as everything else he said in this room, but it didn’t sit right, not with what I’d seen in Brenda lately, the way she looked lighter, like she’d finally let herself believe she’d found something good.
“That conversation will have to wait,” Spinner muttered, leaning back in his chair. “Last I heard, she’s out right now, grabbed dinner with Amy and her new man.”
It was nothing. Should’ve been nothing.
But across the table, something shifted.
Rune didn’t say anything, didn’t move more than a fraction, but I caught it anyway, the way his shoulders went just a little tighter, the way his focus dropped for half a second like something in that name landed harder than it should’ve.
He leaned back, but he wasn’t listening anymore, not really, his gaze distant, like his head was somewhere else entirely, somewhere off this road, off this town.
Men like Rune didn’t react to shit that didn’t matter.
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