“…Kevin?”

I jerked back into reality when I heard my name. “What?”

“I knew he was out of it,” John accused. “He folded a winning hand.” He laughed and flashed two cards at me: the Ace and Jack of Spades. Twenty-one.

“Oh, uh, sorry guys,” I said, reaching for the pot.

Three hands smacked the backs of mine and I pulled back. “I won!”

“You folded,” Jack argued back.

I scowled at my three best friends. We were having our weekly ‘Guy’s Night Out’ in my apartment, complete with beer and cards. I couldn’t help but think it was like the breakfasts on Sex and the City—except without the city.

Aw, who am I kidding? Without the sex too.

I sighed and sat back in my chair. “I’ve got other things on my mind.”

“He’s thinking about my ass,” Tom said casually, stacking the pennies up in front of him.

“Certainly wasn’t thinking about your wife,” I shot back, taking a swig of my beer.