A duo of men—businessmen, judging by their suits, top buttons of their dress shirts undone—were not so subtly staring in their direction. One of them, handsome, blue eyes, saw her looking.
Ivy averted her gaze.
“Let’s go talk to them,” Abs urged.
“Yeahhh, I’m going to pass.”
“The blond guy with the Giga Chad jaw is cute. You take the one on the left, I get right.”
Abby started to move.
“What are you doing?” Ivy hissed.
“What do you mean? I’m going to talk to them.”
“Abs...”
“What?
“I—”
“Youwhat, Ivy? C’mon—you promised to have some fun.”
Ivy’s idea of fun wasn’t talking to horny drunk men at the bar.
“Sorry, Abs. Just not in the mood.”
“Fine,but I’m dry.” Abby slurped down the rest of her drink. “You want another?”
“Sure.”
Ivy finished her own drink, chased it with water. She figured the martini had three shots in it, and she made sure to down a full glass of water, her third.
Someone laughed loudly in the corner of the bar, drawing Ivy’s gaze.
Oh, shit.
It was Zeke Godfrey with two buddies she didn’t recognize. Their eyes met. Ivy wasn’t sure if Zeke had laughed—but he wasn’t laughing now.
She whipped around. Abs was returning, drinks in hand.
“We have to go,” Ivy said quickly.
“What? Why?”
“One of my students is here.”
The left half of Abby’s upper lip curled. Just a little. Too plump for an actual whimsical grin.
“So? It’s not a crime for a professor to go out and have a few drinks.”
“No, it’s not that. This guy, he’s—”
“You gotta live a little.”
Ivy glanced behind her nervously. Zeke was approaching.
“I get that, okay? But can we go somewhere else?Please?”
