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I shrug.

“Things are misleading these days,” I comment and pivot to the bar.

The bartender notices my hand held up and moves closer to take my order.

“A glass of water, please.”

He walks away and brings my drink before I pay for the entire tab.

“What was he talking about?” Chloe asks when we’re alone.

“What?”

“Your new friend. He said something about you going upstairs. Where were you supposed to go?”

I empty my glass and press a napkin against my lips.

“David Moore invited us to join him and his people for food and drinks upstairs.”

A smile sprouts at the corner of her lips.

“Uh… What??”

I nod.

“Yes. He’s upstairs, I think. He said a bouncer would take me there.”

“Are you planning to go there?”

I ponder.

“No. I don’t think so. The whole point was to take my ‘new friend’ there. David wanted to see him. Don’t ask. It’s a long story. He is here with his date or girlfriend or whatever.”

She laughs quietly.

“David Moore, you mean.”

“Yes. Mm-hmm.” I swallow hard. “So… What are we doing?”

“You are going upstairs,” she says, fingering my chest.

“No way. I’m not going there alone. And no offense, I can’t take you with me. It defeats the purpose. He wanted to see Keith because he thought Keith was my secret boyfriend.”

“Only you, Liz. Only you… I’ve had enough drama for the night, so I’m calling a cab. But I’d go there if I were you. People-watching always works with writer’s block. Besides…”

A puzzled look slides over her face.

“What?” I murmur.

“I find it strange,” she says. “Men never do these things without a reason.”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“What do you think it could be his reason?”

“I don’t know…” She smiles naughtily. “Anything between six and eight inches. Sometimes even more.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about, and then I realize when she starts to chuckle.

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