“Tracker, can I have a word?”
Tracker looks at me then back at the boys, “Now?”
“Yeah.”
He nods and we walk away, with Prez and Tate so involved in their conversation they don’t even notice we’ve left.
“I wanna thank you for helping Tess that night. I was a dick and I was out of line.”
Tracker takes a deep breath then rubs the back of his head. “Look, man, you were scared, your woman had been hurt, I know I wouldn’t be thinking if that was Sophia. I’d just want to hit something.”
“Yeah, you’re right, I did, but still… I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, you were only protecting her. You’re a good man Tracker,” I say, tapping him on his back.
“How is she anyway, she doin’ all right,” he asks, bringing his beer to his lips.
I nod, looking around at the car park. “She’s getting there, she has bad days, you know how it is.”
“Yeah, she’s tough, though, man, and you two love each other. You’ll get through this.”
I nod, hoping that he’s right. “On another note, if you are serious about that girl, bring her down to meet us. She needs to know your life, man. If she leaves, then she’s not worth it, brother. You deserve to be happy too.”
“I know, you’re right. And I will,” he says.
“Good, now let’s get another drink. All this talk is making me thirsty.”