“After dinner?”
Shrugging, he turned around and followed Eagle to the buffet table. Part of him wanted to turn back, drag her to his room, and fuck her brains out, but he was pretty sure that while he was banging her, he’d be thinking of Angela.Dammit!Why the fuck couldn’t he get that woman out of his head?
Pissed, he picked up a plate and put a smothered beef burrito on it.
“Do you want in on the poker game?” Cueball asked.
“Sure,” Crow answered.
Eagle tipped his head toward Ruby, who sat on the couch sulking. “What about fucking?”
“What about it? Ruby’s always available. I need to win some money.”
“We’ll see about that,” Cueball said.
Crow nodded. “Yeah, we will.” He turned around and headed to one of the tables far away from the club girl, then sat down and started to eat.