“Good timing then.”
“I should thank you, too. I never would have Garrett or Dylan, or the rest of the guys without you.”
He winces and I sigh.
“I don’t have any regrets, Luke. Not one.”
His eyes are tight, but he doesn’t comment.
“I’m glad we could move on from this, though. I hope you’re able to find someone worth listening to.”
He frowns. “That’s not what—”
I cut him off by stepping away. “Let’s not rehash it. We just need to move on and be happy. That’s all I want for us.”
He sighs and is about to say something, but I spin and make my escape to the bar. I slam back the shot Austin has ready for me. “Thanks.”
He glances behind me. “You looked like you could use it.”
I appreciate him, but there aren’t enough shots in the world to fix my broken heart.He squeezes my shoulder before moving on to help other customers.
I cling to the happiness I felt earlier and use it to get me through the rest of the night.