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My stride doesn’t slow when I pass right in front of him.
His eyes follow me, but I can’t read the emotion in them. Longing? Surprise? Regret? There’s one emotion that moves slow. Steady enough for me to gauge it. Betrayal.
It’s still there.
Pulsing between us.
He’s still upset at what I said. Why I did what I did.
My heels clip the tiles.
I’m in front of his booth now and he doesn’t call to me. My own anger chokes me, and I let it stay lumped in my throat until I’m beyond his table.
Just like that, we pass each other without a word.
Brenna shudders. “That was cold. Both of you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Aren’t you best friends?”
I hike myself on the bar stool. Set my purse at my elbow. “You said tonight was about forgetting.”
“I did.” She eyes me. “I also said we could leave.”
“You said you wanted to pick up a guy tonight.” I gesture to the long line of tables filled with men in business suits, shiny ties, and expensive watches. “You said you wanted a professional. A man with a job, a house and all his teeth.”
Her eyes widen. “Don’t say it like that. It makes me sound desperate.”
“What do you want me to say?” I gesture to the bartender.
Brenna scowls at me. “You get catty when you’re angry with Kastle.”
“I’m always this way. Didn’t you know?”
The bartender moves in front of us, his brown eyes darting from me to Brenna. He lingers on her. Smiles easily. “What can I get you, ladies?”
We give our orders and, the entire time, he doesn’t stop staring at Brenna. When he finally moves away to fix our drinks, I nudge her in the side. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” She pulls her phone out of her purse and checks it.
“The way that guy was looking at you?”
She shrugs.
I snap the cell phone out of her hands. “Focus. If you want a guy, you need to be open.”
“Says the woman who’s been hopelessly in love with her best friend for years and hasn’t told him yet.”
“Go ahead. Throw it in my face.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?”
I grab her hand. Lean in close. "Admit it. You hate me, don’t you?”
Brenna just laughs.
The bartender returns with our drinks.
