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“Shit—sorry, I was listening I swear. I just…”

Can’t stop staring at you.

And the Awkward Human Award goes to me.

For being a fucking moron.

CHAPTER6

TESS

I’M READY FOR MY NEXT TOXIC RELATIONSHIP. WHERE ARE YOU AT, PSYCHO?

Why isDrew looking at me like that?

He’s not looking at you any kind of way, Tess. He’s deciding what to say next.

I can literally see him thinking. That’s how expressive his face is.

Suddenly, I wish I’d worn the outfit Miranda had picked out for me; something black and sexy—but not too sexy—rather than this crochet tank top and simple jeans. And flip-flops, ugh, why did I wear these dumb sandals?

My best friend tried to convince me otherwise, but I didn’t listen, convinced that when I bumped into Drew, he wouldn’t have any interest in what I was wearing. Probably wouldn’t give me the time of day, given what little interaction we had earlier in my car.

He barely spoke to me then, and he’s barely speaking to me now, but something about the way he’s watching me…

Makes me wish I looked sexy.

Instead, I look like someone’s kid sister.

If there was a rock beneath my feet, I’d kick at it.

As if conjuring my best friend up, she comes through the back patio door, her gaze flickering between myself and Drew. Her brows are set in place, though I bet twenty bucks she’d raise them if she didn’t think I’d kill her.

“Hey, you two crazy kids.” She plucks a red cup from the nearby table and holds it out. “Are you the bartender?”

“I am now.” Drew fills her cup; beer foam spills from the plastic rim onto the top of the keg.

He hands it to her when the cup is full.

“So.” Miranda takes a long, loud sip of foam. It leaves her with a foamy mustache. “Drew.”

Oh no.

I recognize that look.

Drew and I wait to see what she’s going to say.

“Are you single?”

If I had been drinking from my beer cup, I would have choked on it.

The fact she can just blurt random shit like that without thinking.

I clamp my lips shut so I don’t say something like, “MIRANDA,” or scold her, giving myself away.

I play it cool, crossing my arms over my chest and fixing my face into a neutral expression.

Drew nods. “I am.”

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