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“Yes,” I say, without even thinking, because I do. The only problem is I want it with Chase and not Trent.

Trent is a nice guy, but not Chase.

But you can’t have Chase. Focus on Trent.

The bartender slaps down two shots. Trent hands me one.

“What’s this?”

“Lemon drop. I figured if you like Vodka Tonics you probably would like this.” He holds his shot up and clinks my glass. We both throw our shots back.

As soon as the shot goes down, the effects of the alcohol start to all add up.

Trent grasps my head and kisses me. It’s not bad, but I know I think it’s better than it really is because of the alcohol. And once again, it’s nothing compared to the fire I feel with Chase.

We kiss for a while, and I convince myself it’s good until I feel someone tap my shoulder.

I turn around to see Quinn, Jamison, Noah, Piper, and Chase all staring at me. I catch Chase’s eyes and quickly look away.

“Why are you all together?” I yell at Quinn since the music has gotten louder.

She widens her eyes and gives a little head shake, and even though I’m pretty buzzed, I take the hint.

“Who’s your friend?” Piper asks.

“Oh, sorry. This is Trent.” I point everyone out. “These are my friends, Quinn, Jamison, Piper, Noah, and Chase.” I dart my gaze away from Chase.

Trent holds my waist tighter with one hand and sticks his other out to everyone. When he shakes Chase’s, he says, “Whoa. You got quite the grip there.”

“Sorry, man, do I?” Chase says innocently.

Noah gives me an uncomfortable look.

“We have a table reserved. Come sit with us?” Piper asks.

“That would be great,” Trent answers before I can politely refuse.

Crap. I do not need Chase’s stare on me all night.

I don’t move, and Trent leans into my ear. “You have to stand up now, but you can sit on my lap anytime.”

I pick up my drink and knock the rest of it back. He laughs and squeezes my hip, and I catch Chase scowl out of the corner of my eye.

Everyone has cleared out to the table except Chase, and, when I hop off Trent’s lap, I stumble back into him.

“Whoa. You okay?” Chase asks.

“I’m awesome.” I look back at Trent. “You ready?”

Trent seems to wear the same perma-grin on his face I do. “Yep.”

“Great. Walk, and I’ll follow.”

Trent moves through the crowd toward the table. Chase grabs me around the waist and leads me in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?” I accuse.

Partway down a hallway, he opens a door and ushers me into a small meeting room.

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