Gina wrinkled her nose.“If he was keeping in touch with you the way a man in love should, he’d have known about it.Instead, he was probably sexting his new boo-thing, Kinsley the wedding planner.”
“Do you think he was already dating her at that point?”Alana asked.
“They had to have had something going.He spent so much time with her planning the wedding details.”
Alana frowned.“That’s partially my fault.I didn’t want a big wedding and didn’t want to spend a lot of time planning it.”
“Sweetheart, Vance defecting with the wedding planner is not your fault,” Gina said.“He’s a lying, cheating, dirtbag who didn’t deserve you and saved you the trouble of dumping his ass in divorce court.”
“You’re right.”The anger returned, lighting a fire inside Alana.“If you’re done with your beer, I have some serious celebrating to do.I want to drink my weight in tequila and find the hottest guy in the bar to dance with.I’m counting on my wingman to get some really great pictures to post on my social media.I want all those wedding guests who gave me pitying glances to know I’m not grieving for one second.”
Gina laughed out loud.“Now, that’s the Alana I know and love.Let’s do this!”
As they left the restaurant, Alana followed the sound of music to one of the resort’s bars where a mariachi band had just started playing.
“Come on, let’s dance.”Gina grabbed Alana’s hand and tried to drag her to the dance floor.
“Not yet.I need some lubricant to loosen me up.”She headed straight for the bartender and ordered two tequila shots.She handed one to Gina and lifted the other.“Here’s to being young and single and not being stuck with one loser schmuck for the rest of your life.”
“I’ll drink to that.”Gina held up her shot glass.“Why settle for one guy when you can sample a smorgasbord of men?”
Alana threw back the tequila shot.The liquor burned a path down her throat, warming her insides.She slapped the empty glass on the bar and demanded, “Another!”
The bartender complied.
After tossing back the second shot of tequila, Alana turned to find two more waiting on the bar.
She grinned at the bartender.“Gracias.”Handing one to Gina, she turned her back to the bar, her gaze sweeping the room, a warm glow spreading through her body.“Find me the hottest guy in the place.After this shot, I’ll be ready to dance.”She tipped the glass up, swallowed the tequila and swayed a little as she placed the glass on the bar.
Gina set hers beside it and glanced around the bar.“What about him?”She nodded toward the man who’d just walked in from the entrance, wearing a tropical shirt, khaki cargo shorts and socks and sandals.
Alana snorted.“I can’t with those socks.”
Gina nodded.“Right.He’s cute, but no.Socks with sandals are an automatic no-go.Next!”
“What about the guy in the white polo shirt and pink shorts?”Alana asked.
“Where?”
“Standing just inside the other entrance.”Alana tipped her head toward the man.
Gina’s eyes narrowed.“I don’t know.He’s almost too...pretty.”
A moment later, another man entered wearing a pastel purpleguayaberawith navy shorts.He leaned in and kissed the man in pink shorts full on the lips.
“Well, damn,” Alana said.“He’s taken.”
Gina sighed.“Why is it the gay guys are always the prettiest?”
“They know how to shop and wear their clothes.”Alana studied the two men.“Do you think they’d let me pose between them for my social media post?”
“Let’s save that for your backup plan.You deserve a real fling with a man as interested in you as you are in him.”Gina’s gaze swept the room as she tapped her chin.
Movement behind the gay couple caught Alana’s attention.
Apparently, it caught Gina’s as well.She let out a long, low whistle and said, “Now that’s a man I could sink my teeth into.As long as his wife or girlfriend doesn’t come in after him, we have a winner.”
Alana’s pulse quickened as she studied the tall, ruggedly handsome man with beautifully broad shoulders and narrow hips.He wore black trousers and a plain white polo shirt that emphasized his dark, short-cropped hair and tightly trimmed beard.Her imagination went right to the thought of how that beard would feel brushing against the inside of her thighs.
