Page 3 of Breakaway

“Good job, Delise,” Emily said.

“I thought it would help with the uh…shift in mindset.”

Emily and Sarah grinned.

“So here we are, four single girls out for a night of fun. Now that Remi lives alone, she can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with whoever she wants, and that starts tonight! We’re going to find her a hot guy to have some fun with.”

“No, we’re not.” Her cheeks burning, Remi picked up a small plastic drinks menu. “What’re you two having?”

“Mojitos,” Emily answered. “Yum.”

“Sounds good to me.” Remi dropped the card and discreetly pulled at the bodice of her top.

“Stop it!” Delise gave her hand a smack. “You look great! Stop fidgeting. You’ll just draw more attention to yourself.”

Remi blinked and dropped her hands to her lap. Delise was right. She needed to act like she dressed this way all the time. Another quick glance assured her nothing inappropriate was being revealed and she sat up straight.

A waitress appeared to take their order. When she’d left, Delise turned in her chair to scan the crowd, moving to the throbbing music. Flashing red lights lit the dance floor, shifting with dancing bodies. On a catwalk, three gorgeous girls in tiny shorts and bikini tops swung their long hair in sexy choreography. Remi couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were so fit, so confident in their beautiful bodies, so graceful.

“That guy over there,” Delise said in Remi’s ear. Remi dragged her gaze away from the dancers to a group of three men standing at the bar. All three of them were good-looking, clean cut, nicely dressed.

“I’ll go invite them over.” Delise rose from her chair.

Remi started to grab her arm to stop her, then paused. What the heck? Picking up guys in bars wasn’t her style, but it wasn’t as if she was a twenty-eight year old virgin, for god’s sake. She’d hadboyfriends and relationships. There was nothing wrong with talking to some men and maybe making new friends.

She tapped her foot to the music while she awaited her drink, aware of Delise talking to the men out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, all three followed her back to the table and a search for extra chairs ensued. Soon Remi sat sandwiched between two guys.

She pulled her shoulders in and reached for the drink the waitress set in front of her. Lord.

“Hi,” the guy on her right said. “I’m Elton.”

“Remi.” She smiled at him. His gaze dipped to her chest. Her lips tightened.

“Nice to meet you, Remi,” he said, still looking at her cleavage. She sighed.

“I’m Dave,” the man on her left said. “This is Tiger.”

Remi blinked. Tiger?

The girls all introduced themselves and Remi sucked back her tangy cocktail. The lime puckered the inside of her mouth, but it was cold and wet and she was feeling very warm, despite the scant fabric of her new top.

“We’re celebrating tonight,” Delise announced to the men.

“Oh, yeah? What?”

“Remi’s new life.”

Remi wanted to slide under the table. She forced a tight laugh. “It’s not really a new life,” she explained. “My sister moved out recently and now I live alone.”

That didn’t even begin to explain the huge change that had just occurred in her life, but whatever. She didn’t need to share every detail with strangers.

“Cool,” Elton said. He leered at her. “Party at your place tonight, huh?”

She rolled her bottom lip in and seared Delise with a look. She was so dead after this. Delise grinned.

Remi tried to make conversation with Elton and Dave. She really did. But all Dave wanted to talk about was the stock market,which she knew next to nothing about, and all Elton was interested in was staring at her boobs.

Remi ordered another drink along with everyone else. The music grew louder, the dancing more frenzied.

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