Page 10 of Falling in Love with Two

Without even thinking about it, I down the rest of my Jack and Coke and slam the empty glass down on the table.

Amy leans forward and talks in a low voice. “Don’t look now, but Mr. Sexy Golden Retriever is on his way over here.”

“What do you think he wants?” I joke.

“Oh, I’m sure I can guess.” She takes a second glance. “Oh, and it looks like he’s bringing a friend.”

I turn around to sneak a peek, and I see the friend is exactly Amy’s type.

When I came out tonight, I planned on taking it easy. I had no intention of getting wasted or even acknowledging any guys. But I also didn’t think I’d be informed that I would soon be homeless.

Plans change.

I’m just going to roll with it.

“Hi,” Dylan says in a low voice as he reaches our table.

“Hey.” I return his smile.

“Can we join you?”

“What happened to your group?” I ask.

“Decided this would be more fun.”

Oh, he’s smooth. A regular Casanova.

This guy is completely opposite of the men I usually keep company with. The ones in my past have been heavily tattooed. Half of them have been chain smokers, and the others had assorted other substance issues. Most were not the best choice in partners. I get that. It’s not that I seek out the jerks. They just have a way of finding me.

This guy, though, seems like a cute little puppy rather than an asshole.

Maybe the alcohol is just hitting me harder than expected. At this point, I don’t care what it is. I think I’m ready to let Wild Leah out of her cage.

“So, can we join you?” He asks. “Oh, this is my friend, Jamie.”

Before I can introduce Amy, she holds out her hand and does it herself. She stares at Jamie like he’s a piece of meat or something.

I say, “Sure, you can join us. But first, I’m going to need another drink.”

“Come on. I’ll go with you,” Dylan offers.

I look back to see if Amy is okay with that, but she’s already in a conversation with Jamie who has taken a seat.

I guess she’s fine.

Dylan and I walk to the bar, snaking through the small crowd that has gathered.

When we reach it, he asks, “What’s your poison?”

“Amy likes a tequila sunrise.”

“And you?”

“Jack and Coke.”

He lets out a small laugh. “Those are two remarkably different drink orders.”

“We are two remarkably different people. Our tattoos are about our biggest similarity.”

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