She had a whiskey sour in her hand. He had a rum and coke. The bar was crowded, but they danced like they were the only two people in the world. His hands were planted firmly on her ass, her arms wound snuggly around her neck. They touched, they caressed, they clearly enjoyed each other's company.

And when DK brought in the photo of Jimmy's ex-wife, the love of his life, Kim Zambrano, he knew he had finally lost her for good.

The sight of her, content in Carlos Nieto's embrace, was enough to make even a grown man cry.