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“Yup.”
“Have a… you know what? Never mind. Bye.” I don’t think I can wish her well, knowing what she’s about to do.
“One of these days you’re going to have to let go of your prudish ways, babe.”
“Yeah, yeah. Bye.” I catch the beginning of her laugh before I hang up. I glance around the closet, rolling my eyes at how dramatic the past day has felt.
Mom is right. This is nothing a little wine and a hot bath can’t fix.
ChapterTwenty-One
REAGAN
I’m drunk in a bathtub. Drunk in a tub. The water isn’t even warm anymore, but that’s what hot water heaters are for. I drain the water, drinking the last of the bottle I’d snatched from the wine cellar as I wait. I set the bottle on the tile, gasping when it almost tips and I have to use both hands to straighten it. Damn crooked floors. Once the basin is empty, I turn on the hot water and sit back, letting the warmth wash over me. My fingers have already pruned, but I don’t care. I feel amazing.
Amazing.
What was I sad about again?
Oh right. The fact that I want these alphas even though I don’t want alphas, but these alphas want me even though they know I don’t want them, but they know that I do want them, so now here we are in a confusing mess of wants. Feelings are gross. Life is better when you’re drunk. Everything hurts less.
That sounds like something someone with a drinking problem would say.
I don’t have a problem though. I’m just a lush.
The water is high enough that I can turn it off. I use my feet to spin the tap, slipping beneath the surface with a peal of laughter.
Oh my God.
I’m so drunk.
Frank bangs on the door again.
He’s rather nosy for a man who doesn’t like to talk.
“I’m fine, Frank. Leave me alone.”
“It’s Lucas. Are you okay?”
Oh great, the hot one. Wait, who am I kidding? They’re all hot.
“I’m flattered. Are you drunk?”
Fuck. I said that out loud?
“Yep.”
“Stop reading my mind,” I shout, gripping the edge of the tub and leaning over so my voice carries even farther.
“I’m not—never mind. Are you okay?”
“What makes you think I’m not okay? I’m fabulous.”
“Frank said you had a bottle of wine. How much did you drink?”
I pick up the empty bottle and try for another swig, grumbling when I find it’s still empty. “Not enough.”
“I’m coming in.”
