He’d been doing that a lot lately. He couldn’t help it. “Dude, you’re harshin’ my buzz.” “Fuck off.” “Ooh, scary, Brian.” Rex laughed and slapped Brian on the back. “Come on, man. Lighten up. This is your second outing at the club. Enjoy.” Brian snorted. “I’m here to be your designated driver, only because I lost a bet.” And had nothing better to do on a Saturday night than watch TV or stare at the raindrops sliding down his windows. Anything was preferable to being alone and wondering if Faith would ever come to her senses. He understood she needed to work things out, but he had a bad feeling she’d never be able to accept his wealth. God, he was so much more than that. Why did women constantly focus on that part of him? Was there nothing redeemable about him—the man? “Wallowing again.” Rex downed his bottle and slid it to the bartender. Not Freddy tonight, fortunately. Brian didn’t think he could handle getting ragged on by his sister or her annoyingly happy lovers.
