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“You’re a lying sack of shit, Dad.”

I am a lying sack of shit. I know exactly what the problem is.

I like Dom, and I feel guilty about it. I’ve been miserable and lonely for the past two years. Hanging onto Elle is the only thing that’s kept me sane. What’s going to happen to me if I let her go? I don’t know how to be with anyone except her.

Tequila lets out a long sigh as she rests her head on my thigh. I stay with her in the chair, no closer to knowing what I want.

CHAPTER 30

Shots

DOMINIQUE

I feel Thomas’s eyes on me again. I meet his gaze and give him a flat stare. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“No reason.” He gives me a half-hearted smile, then returns his attention to his phone. If I wasn’t so drunk, I might try to analyze his actions, but I’m three tequila shots past caring.

“What do you say?” Kevin has his hand on me again, his sweaty palm gripping my curve. “You want to have a really good time tonight? No strings attached.”

It would be so easy to say yes. But as I study Kevin’s handsome face, considering his proposal, I realize I don’t want to.

“Come on, sexy,” Kevin purrs, moving in close enough that I can feel his breath against my neck. “I promise I’ll make it good for you. I’ll lick you anywhere you want.”

His close proximity means he can’t see my eye roll. How many times a month does he use that line on women?

I still have three days of vacation. I will sleep with someone before I go home, but not tonight. My heart isn’t in it tonight.

I find myself again wishing Trevor was here, that he’d magically appear to shove Kevin out of the way and take his place next to me at the bar.

But Trevor isn’t here. Trevor is still in love with Elle. Trevor Moretti isn’t going to rescue me from this situation. I’m the only one who can do that.

I turn to look at Kevin, about to tell him no.

Then something happens. His skin changes color, becoming flushed, but not in a good way. His throat jumps. He takes a step back from me, hand flying to his mouth.

“Kevin, are you okay?” I ask.

He tries to say something and makes a choking sound. Then he turns and rushes for the door.

I take a few steps after him, to be sure he’s okay. Then I spot him hanging over the porch railing, puking his guts out.

“Oh, shit,” Annika says, coming to stand beside me.

We stand frozen, watching as Kevin pukes up what must have been every last drop of alcohol he’s consumed in the past few hours.

I should see if Kevin needs anything. At the very least, I should get him a bottle of water. I should help him, the way Trevor helped me when I threw up.

But I don’t. This may not be Trevor showing up to whisk me out of Kevin’s arms the way I had been daydreaming about, but I know an opening when I see one.

I turn on my heel and hurry back to the bar, leaving Kevin to deal with the nausea on his own.

Thomas’s expression is oddly smug. “Kevin never could hold his tequila,” he says, taking a sip of his martini. “Fucking pussy. I’ll call him an Uber.”

CHAPTER 31

Ambush

DOMINIQUE

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