““Edgard’s backside rested against one counter; hers on the one across from him. She gulped her beer, cautioning herself to be tactful and calm, but what burst forth from her mouth was, “Are you in love with my husband?” He visibly paled. And knocked back an equally big swallow of Budweiser in lieu of answering. “I’ve heard Trevor’s side. I talked to Channing and to Colby. So that leaves you.” “And if I say yes, Chassie? What then?” “I’m totally thinkin’ we have a gunfight in the street to determine who’s tough enough to win Trevor’s affections,” she said lightly. That brought a slight smile. “You are a smartass.” “And you are avoidin’ the question, amigo.” “Jesus, do you know how hard it is to look at you and answer that question?” “No harder than it is to look you in the eye and ask it.” “Touché.” Edgard picked at the label.””
