Of course he goes after the girl! Buuuuuttttt....

With a gruff sigh, he whirls around to hustle after Madeline before she gets a chance to speed off into the afternoon. Each footstep, though, is slower as he's filled with more doubt and a bit more regret for not choosing Ben's side with each stride. Then again, he's **** to remind himself that the woman put up with three years of Ben's it's-all-about-me lifestyle. Why sit around, chugging beer with his "pal" when he has a chance to woo this **** young thing?

His choice made, but made, a bit too late. He reaches the curb just in time to stand with his mouth agape as Madeline puts the pedal to the metal and tears down the street like a bat out of Hell. "Dammit," he grumbles to himself before glancing over his shoulder toward the living room window.