None of them were Gina.
“What will it be gentlemen?” the bartender asked, finally having made his way to us.
“Cactus Jack,” I said.
Will lifted his eyebrows at me. “Going all out tonight, eh?”
“It’s either that or not at all.”
Will grinned. The truth was, I just wanted to forget. About everything. I didn’t want to think about her. I didn’t want to look for her among the women in the bar. I didn’t want to see her face whenever one of them glanced at me. God, I’d only known Gina for a week before everything had gone south. It shouldn’t have done this to me.
Something had happened, though. She had made me see things differently.
And I hated it. I hated being like this, now, wondering what people thought, wondering how people felt. It was disgusting. I liked being the guy that didn’t ca
