![]() “Blaire isn’t interested in cowboys anymore. “Blaire needs to come see the new cowboys I found. I dunwanna go yet,” she said, shaking a finger in my direction. “Looks like I’m taking you home now, too,” I told her, and stood her up straight. I wasn’t going to be able to leave her here. “I can’t feel my feet,” she said through her laughter. “Oops.” She giggled, going limp in my arms. Then she stumbled, and I had to reach out and grab her before she face-planted on the pavement. ![]() “You two disappeared,” Bethy said, with a slur to her voice and a big grin on her face. I looked in the direction of my Range Rover and made sure Blaire was still safely inside. Her gaze landed on me, and I motioned for her to meet me outside, then turned and went back out into the night. She’d been f**king the trust-fund brats ever since. They had been friends, I think, but then he’d run off, and the next time I saw Bethy was underneath a guy whose daddy owned condos along the Gulf coast. Blaire couldn’t fix what had been messed up for years. I didn’t want a drunk Bethy to hinder my plans. ![]() Back in the bar, I looked around and found Bethy with some guy, taking a shot of something that didn’t look like another girlie drink. ![]()
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