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horror-filled look.  "I think I should go to the bathroom," she whispers.
    I rub my throbbing temples.  "Please do."
    Both guys stand up when she excuses herself.  Bill stares after her indecisively for a second, then mutters something and goes after her.  I stare longingly towards the exit.  If i made a run for it now, who could blame me?  Not the woman who called me a hooker and a stripper, that's for damn sure.
    "So, Violet."  Zane turns his chair in my direction.  "Is your day getting better yet?"
    "Pretty sure it's getting worse as we speak," I say.
    He laughs, displaying brilliant white even teeth, and a sudden jolt of attraction sizzles through me, sending my pulse skittering out of control.
    Matt who?
    I can't believe I'm here, sitting in this fancy ass restaurant, talking to this guy, who is easily the best- looking person I've ever seen—a nd he's my future step brother.  I d on't know how to act around him.   Nice?  Flirty?  Or should I just continue making a fool of myself?
    Yeah, that sounds like more fun.
    Zane's dark eyes are sparkling with humor.  "Come on," he says.  "It's not that bad, is it?"
    "Oh, let's see."  I stare up at the fancy glass ball lamps hanging from the ceiling.  "I got dumped at Taco Bill's today; fell down, split my pants, and generally humiliated myself in front of a complete stranger; went to dinner at a snooty restaurant, found out said stranger is my future step brother; got called a stripper, hooker, and virgin by my mother ...did I leave anything out?"
    "Well, I don't kn ow.  The night is still young—a nything could happen."  The corners of his  beautiful mouth twitch upwards.  "It can only get better, right?"
    I frown.  "Don't say that, you'll jinx me.   Now my mom will come back and blurt out how she and Bill had kinky bathroom sex, and I'll run away before she can go into detail, and trip over that waiting carrying that flaming dessert—h e'll go crashing into the lady with way too much product in her hair, and then the whole restaurant will be on fire."
    Zane just looks at me for a moment, as if unsure what to say.  He probably hangs out with gorgeous super confident women all the time, and I'm like a new species of insect to him.  The neurotic kind that fly into your face, and freak out when you try to swat at them.
    "So, you got dumped, huh?"
    I wince.  Me and my big dumb mouth.  "Yup."
    "Hey, it happens to the best of us.  Hang in there, you'll find someone new in no time."
    I peer over at him.  "Are you reading from a list of the ten worst clichés, ever?"
    "Saved the best for last:  there's plenty of fish in the sea.”  Zane shrugs good-naturedly.  So some asshole dumped you at a Taco Bill's.  Do you really think he was the love of your life?"
    A waitress sets his food in front of him.  She is pretty and bold, striking up a random conversation about the weather, all the while flashing the "do me" eyes.
    When she finally leaves, I raise an eyebrow at him.  "Have you ever been dumped before?"
    He looks up from his plate, that cute half smile on his face.  "Is this a trick question?"
    "I thought so."  I go back to poking at my food with a fork.
    "Alright," he says.  "Tell me one thing you didn't like about your ex."
    "He has tiny girl wrists," I say promptly.  "They're so delicate, he should model, like, tennis bracelets for a jewelry store.  It really bothered me.  And he would make these huge spit bubbles whenever he'd get excited and talk.  I used to worry the bubble would explode, and splatter me in the face.  So gross."
    "Wow, that's just off the top of your head, huh?"
    "And he's a terrible kisser."  I blurt out. "It's kind of like he's...attacking my face!  Even my friend, Lauren—s he saw us kissing, and she said it was the most disgusting thing ever.  Like a snake eating her young.   Or maybe it's me.  Maybe I'm the bad kisser."
    Zane is staring down at his food, and it looks like he's really trying not to