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Josh shook his head. He didn’t want to think of Lexi in terms of getting laid. It seemed somehow wrong. “Still working out the divorce.”

“I thought you were getting an annulment.”

“I was. Now I’m not. And like I said—I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Seems like we’re all fucked royally,” Vito said.

“Yup.” Josh agreed. “Let’s get pissed.”

Vito took a deep breath. “Fuck this.” He picked up his drink, swallowed the contents in one go, and pushed his empty glass toward Logan. “Fill it up.”

Three hours later, Josh tried to push himself up, almost managed it, and collapsed back to the table. “I’m heading home. If I can get up. I need to call a cab.”

“I’ll get Mark to take you,” Logan said. He waved a hand, and the most enormous man Josh had ever seen walked up—tall and broad with tattoos crawling up his neck and over his shaved head.

“And I need to get back to my hotel,” Vito said.

Josh made another effort to get up, this time managing it. “Come back with me. Lexi likes taking in lost causes. You’ll be right at home.”

They lurched across the floor, and he held onto Vito for balance. Shit, he couldn’t remember when he’d been this pissed. Not since he’d left the army, that was for sure. Vito swayed from side to side, and Josh grabbed him before he fell over.

“You sure it will be all right?” Vito asked.

For a moment Josh had no clue what he was talking about. How could anything be all right? Lexi loved him. It was a goddamned disaster.

“Me coming home with you?” Vito prompted when he remained silent.

“Of course it will. The more the merrier. And I’ll even introduce you to Prudence. She’s this really hot chick.”