Page 25 of Sin With Me

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. That was a bad example, and my headspun.

“You know, I could help you forget him. I have a room upstairs.”

Despite Brady’s handsome looks and irresistible charm, I wasn’t keen on sleeping where a million other people had been. And I wasn’t thateasy.

“You’re such a douche, you know.” I tapped his chest again, this time to regain stability because my legs were beginning to feel like swimming pool noodles.

“I like you. You’recool.”

“Brady? I’m not feeling verywell.”

“I didn’t mean cool like cold, I meant like awesome.”

Was it just me, or was he sounding more drunk as well? Because he wasn’t making any sense.

Feeling my stomach swirl, I froze. “I’m gonna throw up.” I covered my mouth with my hand and rushed to the bathrooms at the back. It was like a déjà vu moment, except it wasn’t. I pushed the stall door open and bent in half. The tequila drained out of me for forever. And just when I thought I was done, there was some more — way more than the last time. Fortunately, Brady did come inside and held my hair as I embarrassed myself in front of another handsomeman.

I would so not drink tequila ever again. This time, forsure.

I lifted my head slowly and immediately regretted bracing my burnt shoulder against the side of the stall.

“You make it a habit of throwing up and having men hold your hair foryou?”

That voice! Oh, no! It wasn’t Brady’s. He couldn’t impersonate Father Cameron thatwell.

I backed out of the stall. Brady stood beside Father Cameron. Both men were looking at me with what seemed like thousands of questions at the same time. I recalled thinking earlier that an evening couldn’t get any worse than having a priest hold your hair while you puked. Well, it could, because it could happen twice. That image of Father Cameron and Brady staring at me was the last one I remembered because my knees buckled underneathme.

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