Page 65 of The Moment You Know

“I’m sorry.”

“Like I said, it was mostly my fault.”

“Do you ever see them?”

“No. And honestly, I try not to really think about them, either.”

“Was she your ‘one’?” Paige asked quietly.

“I think he was. Which means I’m fucked,” Evan said. “What about the asshole? Was he your ‘one’?”

“Maybe. Which means I’m fucked.”

They looked at one another for a moment, sharing a smile. He then turned and got two shot glasses and poured them each a shot of straight whiskey. Sliding one over to her, he said with a conspiratorial smile, “It’s after midnight, so technically not your birthday any longer so the rules no longer apply.”

Paige smiled and raised her shot glass to his.

“To being fucked,” he toasted.

With a half-laugh, Paige repeated, “To being fucked.”

Chapter 24

Right as they finished throwing their shots back, Evan saw Jules approaching on Paige’s right. She was a little flushed from dancing and her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the scene. Thinking she was upset about the unauthorized drink, Evan opened his mouth to defend it, only to have his attention snagged by Mandy with a drink order.

When he was finally able to return to Paige and Jules, several minutes had passed, and it was to find Paige gone and Jules staring at him like Hannibal Lecter.

“Are you a good guy, Evan?” Jules asked when he was standing in front of her.

While he’d been occupied making some drinks, she’d used the time to really take him in and had come to the conclusion that he was at least three handfuls of trouble. His reddish-brown hair was thick and wavy and could’ve been styled by last night’s hook-up holding his head in place between her legs, and his light layer of facial scruff looked like it would provide just the right amount of friction anywhere it was needed. His dark brown eyes were almost pretty, giving him an attentive, sensitive air that probably fooled every woman into thinking he’d be a sweet lover, up until the moment they landed on their back with their feet up in the air.

In another lifetime, Jules would’ve been all over him, but in this one, she was going to have a few words with him regarding his intentions toward her best friend.

Evan blinked at the question. “I like to think so,” he replied evenly, wondering where this was going.

“Well, I like to think my tits will always be nice to look at, but they probably won’t,” she said blandly. “So, let me ask you again. Are you a good guy?”

The voice in his head screamed at him to avoid looking anywhere near her tits, that if he even glanced in their direction, she would punch him in the throat. However, his eyes apparently decided to go rogue and they looked.

Right. At. Her. Tits.

He self-corrected almost immediately, but by then it was too late. When he looked up, it was to find her indigo eyes staring at him, as if she had anticipated it and been waiting.

Her voice was deadly soft. “That’s what I thought.”

“No, wait—”

“I’m going to be brutally honest with you, Evan, because I only have one setting. The entire time I was grinding against Jake, I was watching you and Paige—”

“Jack.”

“What?”

“His name is Jack.”

“No, I think his name is Jake.”

Evan shook his head. “He’s kind of a regular and in the two years he’s been coming here, his name has always been Jack. So, unless he legally changed it recently—”

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