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I erupt in uncontrolled laughter, the sound bubbling out. Okay, I might be a little tipsy and should restrain myself. But instead, I impulsively gulp Lou’s drink in one swallow.
No one can blame me for drinking myself stupid. I have a lot to think about this weekend, and I just don’t have the bandwidth for any of it. I’m twenty-nine without a clear direction on what I want to do with my life, and a family that’s too self-involved to even see that I’m a little lost. I know Lou is trying to help, but she’s more likely just trying to make sure I don’t shirk my duties and leave everything to her.
A reckless idea occurs to me: what if, instead of going to Vermont to convince my estranged grandmother to leave, I’m the one who disappears?
I could sell my condo and leave Boston, sever all ties. Become someone new out west. McKay Margaret McFolley could vanish into anonymity.
Lou gently shakes her head, wordlessly disapproving as the bartender closes our tab with her credit card. “Don’t tempt fate,” she orders sternly. “Go home.”
A sigh spills from my lips. “Alright, fine, I won’t do anything crazy,” I concede, a small grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Lou responds with an exaggerated eye roll, knowing her little sister might do something reckless. She slips away, rushing through the busy tables and out of the bar.
Alone now, I turn to the bartender. “You know what I need?”
He quirks an eyebrow.
“To get laid.” The words leave me recklessly before I clap a hand over my mouth, eyes wide. Seriously, what is wrong with me tonight? I should go home and sober up before I do something stupid.
As if summoned, a man slides onto the stool beside me. “Well, hello there,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
I’m momentarily stunned by his rugged handsomeness—sun-kissed hair. He’s casual yet sexy. His brown eyes meet mine, sparking a jittery feeling in my stomach. A subtle smile teases at his lips, sending my pulse racing. Tall and muscular with broad shoulders and biceps straining against his shirtsleeves. His self-assured stance radiates a quiet strength that makes my knees weak.
The smirk, though … that smirk seems to promise something more. Maybe this will be the rebellious thing I’ll do instead of telling my grandmother to ignore her son. But can I jump into bed with a stranger?
One reckless night to break free from expectations? Or will I listen to my doubts and go home alone?
