"We should get together after the race, yet I dumped her to come here with you." He said it so matter of actuality, similar to he merited some sort of reward for jettisoning the young lady with a sleeping cushion fixing to her back.

"Too bad. I didn't intend to foul up you getting laid today," I said mockingly.

He took a gander at me enticingly before he turned his brew up for a swallow. "Try not to stress. You didn't."

What was that expected to mean?