And she wasgone.
Jesus Christ. Did I seriously just lose her?
Again?
“What kind of wingmen are you?” I muttered. Seriously.
This was my night.
My breakup party.
Everyone was here because of me. To party with me, celebrate my freedom from heartbreak and all that shit. I’d hadthreeheartbreaks in the past year—really fucking bad year—and I’d just broken up with my band, too.
I was due for some good shit in my life.
Wasn’t I?
If destiny was a thing, it had a cruel-ass sense of humor.
I looked up the street again, both ways, watching the cars slip past, people darting through the rain.
If my life was some romantic movie—or maybe a decent-budget porno—I’d go running through the streets, getting drenched, until I found her, her yellow boots like beacons under the street lights… I’d grab her and kiss her, and then we’d fuck like animals while the thunder rolled.
But my life was not a romantic movie. Trust me on that.
If anything, it was a fucking great porno. One that was just my flavor, hit all my hot buttons, totally worked for me… until it didn’t. Until I’d seen it so many times that it was kinda getting old.
As drunk as I was, I knew I wasn’t gonna find her. Even if I managed to corral my friends into the limo so we could drive around searching…
She was gone.
I headed over to the limo as the guys on the sidewalk split a gut about something, oblivious to my near miss.
We’d been cruising around in the Hummer for the last few hours on our tour of Vancouver’s finest—term used loosely—strip joints and dive bars. Dylan wasn’t even supposed to be here tonight, since this party—my most recent breakup party—was meant, in part, to celebrate the end of my misguided love for him.
Really fucking long story.
But what could I say? He was my best friend. Somehow he’d shown up, and I didn’t exactly want him to leave. So yeah, that happened, somewhere along the way.
And since Dylan had some kind of moral objection about going to a strip club without his girl, Amber—who’d also broken my heart, also part of the long story—she was with us. She poked her head out of the sunroof again as I climbed in.
“Babyyyy,” she called out to Dylan. “I’m hungry. Can we get pizza by the slice?”
“Sure, babe.”
“Hurry up,” she said. “I’m getting all wet waiting for you.”
“You did not just say that,” I muttered, flopping onto the seat next to her.
“I meant the rain!” Amber said, peeking down at me as she hugged herself in her little dress, shivering in the cold.
“Sit your ass down,” I told her, smacking her ass, and she dropped down next to me, shaking out her wavy caramel hair.
Summer got in next, all thick dark hair and eyelash glitter.
“Jesus, you’re a bunch of cockblocks,” I grumbled. I gave Summer a cold-ass look as she settled in on my other side.
Summer just cackled. Girl could hold her own, but I hadn’t seen her this drunk in… ever? In her commitment to supporting me and my breakup party tonight, she’d sworn an oath to go shot-for-shot with me. Very bad idea, and just another reason I was gonna have to stop drinking sooner than later. Really didn’t need Summer getting alcohol poisoning because of me.
