Warren watched her. The way she touched him. The way she looked at him. There was something else going on here and it twisted at his stomach, even knowing that this was probably not the first or last time this would happen. Devin had been around for a while. He probably had exes. Or...

He turned away, heading towards the bar. It wasn't the right time to get drunk, but he could nurse a beer and try to ignore whatever was happening, at least. Until he knew...

... where he stood, was what came to mind.