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Screw him. “What do you need from me?”
“Just to dance. Help me forget what happened.” She pointed to my phone buzzing on the table. “Probably Enzo again. I think he’s worried.”
“We did bolt out of the restaurant in these tiny dresses,” I commented, pointing to my skintight sleeveless black dress. “He’s overprotective, you know that.”
Maria grabbed my phone, used my face to unlock it, then began typing.
“What are you writing?” I snatched the phone from her, worried what the hell my drunk sister would say, but I was too late. She’d already hit send.
But also . . .
The message had been from Ryan not Enzo, which meant she’d just texted Ryan and . . .
“Maria. You just told Ryan I need to plan to get laid and have hot sex.”
“Sorry, I assumed it was Enzo checking on us again.” She shrugged. “Why would Ryan care, though?”
Bubbles popped up from Ryan in the text thread.
Then disappeared.
Then popped up again.
Ryan: WHERE ARE YOU?
“Shit, shit, shit.” I read the original message he’d sent before my sister’s rapid-fire reply. He’d been checking on me, making sure I was okay since I’d texted him not to pick me up, and that I was going out with my sister.
I thought back to the near-kiss last night in his truck. And then there was the fact I’d told him in his bedroom I needed to get laid. The teasing I’d done in my bedroom that morning, too. And how I’d tried to backpedal and said I’d been joking. “The timing . . . sucks.”
Natalia: That was Maria. I’m sorry. She’s had too much tequila, and she answered for me. I’m fine. Really.
Ryan: Where are you?
At least he didn’t ask with all caps again. But why’d he need to know our location? What would he do about it?
While I was contemplating how to answer, a message popped up from Enzo.
Enzo: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, NAT? I’m with Ryan. We’re coming to you now.
“What?” I reread the message, trying to wrap my head around the text. You’re hanging out together? Really? From near-enemies to friends, huh?
I decided to put the guys into a group text. If they were going to gang up on me, then . . .
Natalia: Maria is having a rough night. I’m just helping her out. I’ve got this covered. You boys don’t need to worry. Goodnight. x
Enzo: Don’t fuck with me, Nat. Tell me where you are right damn now! Who the hell hurt Maria, and who needs to die?
Well, that escalated quickly. Why was I surprised when it came to Enzo?
“I don’t want anyone coming. I just want to dance in peace,” Maria said, making the accurate assumption her text had caused problems.
I watched more bubbles pop up on the text thread. Probably Ryan’s turn to yell this time.
They were both overreacting.
At Maria’s insistence, I stowed the phone in my clutch. I knew my sister. She was two shots past the point of having a civil conversation with them in public if they were to show up.
“Okay, whatever you need. Just tell me. You want to dance? Forget?” I slid off the booth, clutch under my arm, and offered her my palm.
