The girlfriends, wives, and kids were evidently still sleeping. The inn’s staff was buzzing around the tables like they were on roller skates. Considering the fact most of these guys hadn’t stayed at the inn last night, they were sticking large-denomination bills into the servers’ hands to pay for their breakfasts. He accepted a cup of coffee from the woman serving and sat down at Drew McCoy’s table. “Where were you last night?” Drew said. “We played poker.” “Do you have any money left?” Kyle asked. “It’s a good thing my wife has a job,” Drew said. “Shii-yeeeet. He cleaned everyone else out,” Derrick said. “Where’s your wife?” “Still sleeping. And she’s going to sleep as long as she wants. Directly after that, she’s going to go get a pedicure with the women and lay out by the pool with Megan Reed. She’s carrying my child. That’s enough work,” Derrick said. Seth Taylor leaned over from a table farther away. “Does she know you weighed almost eleven pounds when you were born?”
