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Danny frowned, but filled the glass, though he leaned close and said gruffly “That’s it at least for the next half an hour and I’reasy fries to soak it up Understand?”

She nodded like a good girl and leaned her elbows on top of the bar, staring down at the glass for a fewa sip This tiue a bit before sing She needed to savor the sensation The sensation of falling into oblivion

Her eyes drifted upward and she spied a large red heart dangling froe fish A bass st the dull browns that invaded nearly every inch of the bar and she stared at it so long it blurred and she glanced away, feeling a little dizzy

Danny pushed a plate of fries in front of her and surprisingly enough, she was hungry “Thanks,” she said softly as she dug in, tossing a mean look toward one of the men from the table a few feet away as he slid onto the stool beside her

“Mind if I sit here?”

She sed a“Yeah, I do”

“Wohat’s got you so cranky? Late for a wedding?” He grinned down at her, but it quickly faded when she let the frosty, bitchy part of her rise to the surface It was so she’d perfected well over the last few years

“Not really The wedding was nearly three hours ago”

“Huh,” he replied

“Huh,” she ot?”

The guy brushed his hand through a thick cropping of curly hair and slid off the chair He wasn’t bad looking in an ordinary, bland, sort of way and she was sure he was perfectly nice—for so out at The Hard Rock But she was done with

And obviously—as she dripped gravy onto her lap—done eddings

“You’re a cold one A real bitch,” he sneered as he backed away toward his buddies

“Tella memory that she preferred to keep hidden, tucked away in that place reserved for the one man who’d said them before

She stared down at her plate and suddenly her gut rolled It took a few moments to calm her stomach and when she did, she slipped off the stool and into her shoes She then wandered over to the small dance floor, located in the back corner near the washroo because asbadass at theto pass out in this place