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She chuckles.

“Girl, you are obsessed with him.”

“No, I’m not.”

She pulls out her phone again and checks some information.

“It doesn’t say. He’s probably the same age.”

“Wow.”

She laughs again.

“You crack me up. What’s up with this wow?”

“I didn’t realize David Moore was in his late thirties. These men are hot.”

In vino veritas.

The truth always surfaces when you drink too much.

Like me.

“You finally admit you have a crush on him.”

“I don’t have a crush on him. He’s just… You know.”

She’s listening to me, wide-eyed.

“I told you I was doing some research for my book. And he might be my inspiration.”

“Mm-hmm. Color me skeptical. He makes you tingle. That’s what happened to me when the man I danced with made my panties wet.”

“Eww,” I say, and we share a chuckle.

I wish we could talk more about her new man, yet Keith heads this way.

Soon after, her new man enters the club and glances around the room, trying to locate her.

She spots him and gives me a gentle tap on my forearm.

“Okay. Wish me luck,” she says before leaving a peck on my cheek. “I’ll text you. And get home safe.”

“I will. You do the same.”

We hug before breaking away from each other, and I watch her as she links hands with the man and moves with him to the exit.

The place is still packed as the lights maniacally sweep the floors.

“Are you ready to go home?” Keith asks, and I whip my eyes to him.

“Uh… Not yet. I need to use the restroom.”

“Sure. I’ll wait.”

I give him a small smile and inch closer to the corridor leading to the restrooms.

I make a right, then a left, and then I get lost.

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