Dean grunted. He'd forced her name out of his vernacular. "Who do you think, and what do you think? It's like I got a divorce and she got the kids, the house and the car all on one swoop. Funny thing is, she didn't even love me to begin with." He raised the glass to his lips, but instead of taking a sip, he took a whiff instead. Savoring the way it burned his nostrils.