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“You know you can’t stop her once she gets her mind set on something.” Alex giggles as we watch Cami do what she does best.
Cami introduces herself to the guys and she’s amazing to watch in action. She isn’t overtly sexy, and she is far from a slut, but she is so damn cute that guys just fall under her spell. She promises nothing and still gets drinks everywhere we go. Tonight, she’s in a professional yet sexy, tight, black sheath dress and with her heels giving her some height and helping her amazing legs stand out . . . these guys don’t stand a chance. She has a confidence about herself that I’ve never had. I haven’t been out much in the last five years—my life has been more diapers and bottles than bars—and the time away hasn’t done much for my self-esteem. I feel so much older than my 26 years and to be honest, I’m not really interested in meeting anybody. Besides, I have the guy of my dreams wanting to try again and I friend-zoned him.
Not letting me down, Cami returns to my side with a big ole smile on her face and within a couple of minutes there are three shots of fireball being placed in front of us. I push my shot towards Cami while she’s turning towards the table of guys to wave her thanks, but she pushes it right back in front of me as soon as she turns back to me.
Damn!
“You deserve one night of letting lose. One shot with your girls, chica. It’s just happy hour. We aren’t going to stay out all night.”
“If I take this one shot will you leave me alone?”
Cami crosses her heart and Alex says, “We promise to be nice, Em. Just have one shot to loosen you up a bit. You deserve it.”
I hope doing this will get them off my back. If so . . . taking this one shot may be worth it! I finally cave and pick up my shot glass.
“That’s my girl! On three!” Cami hollers.
“1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .” we all count down and slam down our shots. Damn, that stuff burns.
“Woo!!!! Damn, Cam that’s strong!”
We slap hands while I shake my head to try to get rid of what the fireball is doing to my brain, because my brain . . . my brain is fuzzy already.
I’m such a light weight! What was I thinking?
“I know, isn’t it great?”
“No, I don’t think great is the word that I would use. It’s like fire!”
“Alex, why would you let her talk me into this? What kind of friend are you?”
“It’s just one shot, Emmers. You’ll be fine.” Alex replies but Cami isn’t having any of that.
“We’ll have one more please!” she says raising her hand to get the attention of the bartender.
“Cami! No way! I have to work tomorrow!”
While waiting on the bartender she turns to me and says, “So tell us about it.” I just look at her confused. “Come on, Em. Talk to us about Jonathan. He told me at Mick’s the other day that he wanted to try again but you weren’t interested. Why?”
“Why does he always talk to you?” I don’t know why it surprises me that they seem to be teaming up again after the plan they concocted back in San Clemente . . . but it does.
“Honey, you broke his heart that day. He’s still crazy in love with you and he wants to get to know Ireland. He’s such a good guy. You said you still loved him after seeing him at Kells and he’s hella hot, so what’s wrong with him? Do you not have feelings for him anymore?”
I can feel the Fireball warming my insides up and I’m already feeling tipsy, this must be why I suddenly become so free with my words.
“What is it, Em? Talk to us.” Alex pleads ever so gently.
“There’s nothing wrong with him, you guys. He’s perfect and yes, I still have feelings for him. That stupid Badge Bunny, Courtney, just ruined it by throwing it in my face that she had been with him. It scared me and I instantly put my walls back up. I know it’s been over five years and I don’t expect him to have been celibate the entire time, but it just made me sick to think of him with her and I pushed him away.”
“And friend-zoned him.” Cami adds.
“Yep, I sure did.” I say as I slam my hand down on the bar. “I just reacted and didn’t think it through. But Cami, I do have a lot on my plate with raising a child, work and classes. Do I have time for more?”
“Do you still love him?”
Where is that next shot? I cannot have this conversation even a little bit sober.
“Here you go, ladies,” the hipster bartender with a full beard, flannel shirt and suspenders says as he puts another shot of Fireball in front of us, but this time I can’t slam it down fast enough.
