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But of course, a tall, dark-haired obnoxiously good-looking Brady steps out of the dark shadows and blocks my path.
"That was quite a speech," he grins in a white button-down shirt. He looks good. He always looks good.
"Ugh," I throw my head back. "This night is turning into anightmare."
"My favorite part was when you told him not to jerk off to thoughts of you," Brady laughs. "Can you believe that asshole?"
My heart thumps against my ribs as I inhale his delicious cologne and feel my knees sway back and forth.
Damn you, Brady, and your stupid sexy smell.
"I have somewhere to be," I lick my lips nervously while avoiding eye contact.
"Where?" He asks.
"Over there," I point to the corner of the room.
"Are you hiding?"
"Does it matter?" I finally look up at him.
His golden eyes glow in the terrible lighting. "Do you want to dance?"
"No," I quickly answer. "I want to drink my water in peace."
"Then why are you here?"
I look around. I'm in a rundown bar that my parents used to hang out in thirty years ago and I don't like anyone here. Not a soul. Not even Liam right now.
"I should go." I need to get out of here. I need an Uber.
"I'll drive you," he extends a hand to the door.
My heart skips a beat in my chest. "I don't think that's a good idea. Bad things happen when I get in a car with you."
Sex. I mean sex.
"Come on, Iz," he playfully punches me in the arm. "I'm just an old friend taking you home."
Except he's not just an old friend. We were never friends. The majority of our relationship was chasing highs. Bungee jumping, rock climbing, and secret orgasms.
"I promise I won't even look at you," he wagers.
I twist to find Liam. He's dry-humping a new chick in the corner. Oh, wait. The pixie-cut blond is also there. He's dry-humping two women at once. There's heavy petting, too, and tongues running over body parts.
I can't.
"Fine," I give in. "Take me home."
I leave my half-empty water on a table and follow Brady out the door. I scan the parking lot for his old truck but it's nowhere in sight.
"I'm over here," he motions to the black SUV parked in front of a white plaque.
"Are you an honorary member?" I jokingly ask as I point to the sign.
"Nope," he chuckles. "I'm the unfortunate owner of this fine establishment."
My head whips in his direction. "You bought the Glorious Pig?"
