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was also the reason I arranged our “late lunch”. I could’ve simply called him with the details, but I wanted to see him again.
    “Gwen, he’s not my type.” I insisted.
    “Oh, bullshit Tessa! He is gorgeous. If I had a chance, I would jump his bones, myself.” Gwen huffed.
    “I’m off the market.” I said, seriously.
    “Tessa—”
    Gwen had been stopped by the ringing of my phone. Hell, it had scared me half to death. It was after midnight, and I wasn’t one to have calls at this hour. Looking at my phone, I saw Landon’s name flashing on the screen. Frowning, I immediately answered it.
    “Hello?” I asked, a bit off guard.
    “Tessa, hey—um—this is Landon.” I heard his voice say uneasily on the other end of the phone. Making out the tone of his voice, I realized his words sounded slurred. Had he just drunk dialed me?!
    “I know who you are. Is everything ok?” I asked, nervously. I hoped he wasn’t calling me to say he was having a “good time”. That was definitely something I could live without.
    “Who is it?!” Gwen whispered, giddily, still sitting on her own bed. I shooed her away, as I tried to listen intently.
    “ I’m calling you because—well I don’t have any other friends. I would’ve called Tyler, but he’s at home with his wife.” He rambled a bit.
    “Landon, what’s going on?” I asked, concerned.
    “I knew it!” Gwen shouted, and I shooed her away again.
    “I’m at a bar wasted. I mean, I can’t even see straight, and I don’t think it’ll be a good idea if I try to drive home.” Landon muttered.
    Drunk? Landon didn’t peg me as the type of guy to get pissy drunk. I’ve never read anything about him being out of control, so this had caught me right out of left field. One thing I was grateful for though was the fact that he called me for help, instead of jumping behind a wheel.
    “Where are you?” I asked shooting to my feet.
    “Um—the place you set the date up for me at. Err—that sentence didn’t sound right. I’m sitting at the bar, of the place where I was supposed to have my date. Yeah, that sounds better.” Landon rambled.
    “Ok, I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t. Move.” I ordered.
    “You got it.” He replied before hanging up.
    “What’d he want? Did he tell you that his date was lame, and he wants a piece of Tessa Pie?” Gwen chuckled.
    “Not funny, Gwen.” I snapped grabbing my coat. “I need the car; I’ll be back in a bit.” I insisted before leaving.

 
    Six
    Making it to the restaurant, I stormed inside, and searched the place. There were only a few heads at the bar, and Landon was one of them. He was slumped over, and holding a shot glass in his hand. I rushed through the room, and made my way to him.
    “Landon?” I asked, sitting beside him.
    “You really came.” He smiled slightly looking over to me.
    I gasped as I saw the bottom of his lip had been split. Not to mention the cut on the upper right side of his eye. He had obviously been in a fight, but over what? Had the girl I set him up with had an angry lover? God, I hoped not or my job was going to be on the line.
    “Of course I came. Landon, what happened to you?” I asked, going to touch his bruise, but he caught my arm.
    “Don’t, it still hurts.” He smiled.
    “Tell me what happened.” I insisted.
    “I can’t.” he slurred. “If I did that, my perfect image would be tarnished.”
    “You obviously need someone to talk to.” I pointed out.
    “I have someone to talk to. Tyler’s just at home with his perfect family. I didn’t want to burden him tonight.” He answered.
    “Then, talk to me.” I pushed.
    “I can’t, all my secrets are locked away up here.” He said pointing to his head.
    “How many drinks have you had?” I asked, curiously.
    “More than I can remember.” He smiled.
    Landon was definitely wasted beyond belief. I needed to get him out of here before things got any more out of hand. Maybe he’d open up more if we were