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He was the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, refusing to take a girl back to his place. Hell, half the time he took them to the disgusting bathroom at the back of the bar and they followed him willingly.

If it worked, the more power to him.

Even though he couldn’t seem to keep his dick in his pants, he was a fucking great cop and an even better friend.

Instead of interrupting their little pow-wow, I propped my elbows back on the bar and sipped from my beer. Might as well finish it before I closed out the tab and headed home. Loud music poured through the speakers as people danced around the floor in different states of intoxication. One couple in particular almost fell over multiple times. With every step the girl took, she stumbled, laughing hysterically. The man helped her gain her footing before letting go of her waist but smiled at her in adoration.

Rinse and repeat.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling my attention from the shit show on the dance floor.

Unknown Number

Hey. Are you up?

My forehead creased at the unknown number. It was almost ten, which meant it was probably a booty call. Normally I saved those numbers in my phone. Not so I could hit them up, even though most wished I would, but more so I could monitor who I texted back. Some women didn’t know how to take a hint and I honestly shouldn’t have hooked up with them in the first place. You know what they say, hindsight’s twenty-twenty. Before I could respond, it buzzed again.

Unknown Number

That sounded like a booty call.

Unknown Number

It wasn’t. I swear. I really wanted to know if you were awake so we could talk.

Unknown Number

God, now I sound like an annoying girlfriend.

Unknown Number

I’m going to stop now.

I chuckled. Whoever it was, they were clearly nervous to be texting me. Or they were drunk.

Camden

Who is this?

Unknown number

Sorry. I guess I probably should’ve led with that. It’s Stephanie.

My nerve endings lit on fire.

Camden

Stephanie Monroe?

I had to ask to make sure some other Stephanie didn’t happen to get hold of my phone number. I stared at the screen and waited for her to reply. My fingers drummed against my thigh as I watched the three little dots pop up and disappear, only to pop up again. After what seemed like forever, she finally responded.

Stephanie

How many Stephanies do you know?

Camden

Only one that matters, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up if you weren’t her.

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