“The one who signed the prenup?”
“The very one.”
“Well, the poor guy.”
“He blames you.”
“Hey, wait a minute. I got her to agree to the prenup; I didn’t sign on to see that they lived happily ever after.”
“Harlan says he’s heard about your reputation with women, and he thinks you stole her.”
“What reputation with women? Usually, I get dumped!”
“What happened to that emergency room doctor you were going out with?”
“A perfect example,” Stone said. “A couple of weeks ago, she called and said she had to talk to me right away.”
“Sounds like she was pregnant.”
“That crossed my mind, but it wasn’t what was on hers. We met for lunch, and she broke the news to me that she’d been seeing a doctor at her hospital and that he had asked her to marry him.”
“Sounds like the signal for you to jump in and see the doc’s raise.”
“Well, I wasn’t quite up to seeing the doctor’s raise, and, anyway, it wasn’t a card game.”
“Did you think she was bluffing?”
“That crossed my mind, too, but like I said, it wasn’t a card game.”
“So how did you handle the doc’s raise?”
“Since it wasn’t a card game, I wished the two of them every possible happiness.”
“Now, that sounds like a bluff.”
“Why are you poker-obsessed today?”
“I know a poker game when I see one. Did she call your bluff?”
“She pecked me on the cheek, said it had been fun and left the restaurant.”
“So she called your bluff.”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“Did you run after her?”
“Not exactly.”
“Why not?”
“I hadn’t paid the check. And it took a few minutes to get it out of the waiter.”
“Plenty of time for her to marry the doc.”
“Figuratively speaking, I suppose so.”
“Heard from her since?”