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Jolie cringes. “Is it weird meeting guys he’s been with?”
“It’s weird meeting anyone your partner’s been with.” I huff. “And now I find out that Robert is calling him all the time.”
“Who’s Robert?” Brooke frowns.
“His ex,” Jolie and I both say in tandem. Jolie has met Robert a few times. She doesn’t know him well but she knows who he is.
“God.” Brooke sighs. “So, who’s the girl? I thought he’s never been with a woman before you?”
“Well,” I whisper. “Where do I start?”
The waitress arrives with our new bottle of wine. Jolie takes the bottle from her and refills our glasses. “At the very beginning.”
Nathan
I walk into the cocktail bar just around 11:00 p.m.
Eliza hasn’t called me so I’m assuming she wants me to just show up.
I see the girls sitting at a high table. Eliza wave
s in an unexaggerated way, and I smile. She’s well on her way to being drunk. As I get closer, I can see that they all are.
“Hey, there.” Eliza smiles as she slides her hands around my waist, under my jacket. I lean and kiss her lips, and then look up to the girls. It looks like I’m forgiven. “Hi.”
The girls both smile. “Hi, Nathe.”
Brooke puts her hands over her eyes. “You two are actually together. I mean, I knew it, but I haven’t seen it with my own eyes until now.”
Eliza smiles as she leans into me, and I hold her tight. She’s so cuddly and affectionate when she drinks.
“I’m finishing my drink, and then we’ll go home.” She smiles up at me.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she says.
“I’m coming,” Brooke says. She jumps from her stool, and they toddle off arm in arm, leaving me to sit down. I pick up Eliza’s margarita and take a sip.
Jolie’s eyes hold mine as if she has something on her mind.
I raise my eyebrow at Jolie. “What’s that look for?”
“How’s this going to go, Nathan?” she slurs. She’s a lot drunker than she looks.
“How’s what going to go?”
“Eliza’s heart.”
I bite my lip as I try to hold my tongue. Jolie winds me up on the best of days. “You don’t need to worry about Eliza’s heart, Jolie.”
“Don’t I?”
I glare at her. My fury begins to boil.
“Your ex-boyfriend told her at her conference that you’re just looking for a uterus. Is that true?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I snap.
