“It’s Curt’s child and that’s Curt’s money and Max knew Curt and knows Bitsy and everyone knows Max is fair.”
“And you were sleeping with Curt when he was married to Bitsy,” I retorted. “Hard knocks but you live by the sword, Shauna, you must be prepared to die by it.”
Her eyes narrowed and the frost started setting in. “What does that mean?”
“That means you played with fire now you’ve been burned. Live with it. Now, honestly, just go away.”
“This is none of your business,” she snapped, standing, the mask slipping completely, now she was staring ice daggers at me.
“Sorry? I’m sleeping in Max’s bed. They were my jeans Max’s hand was down tonight. But it was you who called Max ‘honey’, you who put your hand on him right in front of me and you who walked up to our table, interrupting a lovely evening and laying this rubbish on us. So I’m making it my business. Go away.”
“We’re talkin’ about an innocent baby here,” Shauna returned.
“We’re talking about you still digging for gold even though the vein has run dry and having the sheer gall to walk up to Max in a nice restaurant and try to drag him into it!” I shot back.
“What’s happening here?” a man asked and I looked over Max’s shoulder with hopes of seeing a manager or someone of that ilk but Harry was standing there.
“Fuckin’ A,” Brody mumbled.
Max slid out of the booth. “Everything’s fine, Harry, Shauna was just leavin’.”
Harry ignored Max and stared at Shauna, asking, “Why’re you botherin’ Max and Nina?”
“Harry –” Shauna was back to her fake sugar sweet pleading tone.
“Thinkin’ you can f**k Nina over like you f**ked over Bitsy and me?” Harry asked loudly and I studied him somewhat drunkenly, thinking he was a lot less goofy when he was angry.
“Can we go somewhere private?” Shauna asked demurely.
“No, everyone in the restaurant already knows you’re a f**kin’ slut, why would we need to be private about it?”
“Fuckin’ A,” Brody repeated on a mumble and also stood. “Harry, man, seriously, let’s you and me take a walk.”
“Yeah,” Harry answered. “We’ll take a walk, when Shauna takes a hike.”
“Harry,” I called. “Why don’t you pull up a chair, have a drink with us?”
Harry glanced down at me then his eyes cut back to Shauna. “I’d like that, Nina, and I’ll be happy to oblige, soon as Shauna slithers away.”
“Is there a problem, Shauna?” the man who was having dinner with Shauna was now there.
“Yikes-o-rama,” Mindy whispered and I gave her a wide-eyed look.
“It’s fine, Robert,” Shauna replied.
“You should calm down and sit down,” Robert unwisely advised Harry and he did it in a somewhat threatening way.
“Yeah? I should?” Harry asked, still loud. “She f**kin’ you now? ‘Cause you should know, a week ago she was f**kin’ me, Curtis Dodd and God knows who else.”
“As I said, you should calm down,” Robert repeated, stepping forward and Brody brought up a hand to hold him back.
“Boys, this needs to go outside,” Max ordered, getting closer to Harry.
“Fair warning, Robert,” Harry declared. “She’ll suck your dick great but, bein’ a woman and able to multitask and all that shit, she’ll have her hand in your wallet while she’s doin’ it.”
I gasped. Mindy giggled. The manager approached way too late because Robert shook off Brody’s hand and advanced, swinging, connecting with Harry’s jaw and Harry went flying.
There were some shrieks as Harry landed on a table, taking it down to its side, glasses, plates and salt and pepper shakers going flying. He righted himself, turned and charged, bent double. He hit Robert in the belly with his shoulder and took him back six feet into another table. Glasses spilled, plates crashed and the patrons jumped away as Robert landed then pushed up. Harry couldn’t find his feet, wrapped his arms around Robert and they both went to the ground, wrestling around, grunting and cursing at each other.