"What can I say? Been busy." Last thing he wanted was advice on women from Bobby or anyone else.
Leave it to Bobby to find the shittiest bar in Vegas. Course both of them felt right at home inside. "Think I'll stick with 'or what' there. Call her right after I find out your shackin up with some..." He caught himself and laughed. "...maybe there's hope for me. Just not anytime soon." John let his voice turn serious at the end. They'd both buried wives, he never had moved on. Never had a chance with Yellow Eyes out there.