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across the booth and squeezing Sam’s hand. “Who’ll join Callie and me for tequila night when you’re gone?”
    She pushed her glass away. “The new owner maybe?”
    “Do you know who it is?” Callie asked curiously.
    “I’m meeting with my financial advisor tomorrow to sign some papers. I’ll find out who the buyer is then.”
    “I can’t believe you’re losing this place,” Callie said with a sigh, gesturing around the cramped bar.
    A pang of regret tugged at her gut as she swept her gaze over the cluttered tables and little booths. The chrome counter her bartender Greg stood behind. The pool table and dart boards in the corner. The Diamond had been her entire life since her parents had died, and the thought of no longer owing it brought a wave of bitterness. She’d invested every dime she had into this bar and now all those dimes were gone. She feared she might have to file for bankruptcy sometime in the near future, but she was trying not to think about that. She’d be moving in with her sister Alice the day after tomorrow, and she desperately hoped she’d be able to climb out of her financial hole.
    “Sammy?”
    She lifted her head and found her friends eyeing her with concern. Waving a hand, she said, “Of course I’ll miss it. But maybe it’s time for me to start a new chapter in my life.”
    “What about Riley Scott?” Callie teased.
    “What about him?”
    “How does he fit into your new life?”
    She hesitated then said, “He doesn’t.”
    Jane hooted. “Spoken like a true slut.”
    Sam released a pent-up breath, wondering why the thought of Riley not being in her life bothered her this much. “I’m not the slut. He is.”
    “Ahem.”
    The three women turned their heads just as Riley approached in a pair of blue jeans and an ab-hugging red shirt.
    Sam’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. God, he looked gorgeous. Those smoky blue eyes, messy brown hair, sleek muscled body. He was the epitome of eye candy.
    “Did you just call me a slut?” he asked, flashing them a charming smile.
    Jane smiled back, but Callie just stared at his crotch. Sam knew she was studying it thoroughly and trying to determine the size of his package.
    Sam, of course, had experienced all eight inches of him, and her clit swelled just thinking about it.
    “You shouldn’t eavesdrop,” she returned. “You might not like what you hear.”
    “I always like what I hear.” He winked. “Especially when it comes from you, sweetheart.”
    “You don’t need to sweet-talk me. I already slept with you.”
    He chuckled, and then frowned when he noticed the dozen shot glasses littering the tabletop. “You’re drunk,” he stated.
    “Yessiree, I am.”
    “So are we,” Jane said, pointing to herself and Callie with a big grin.
    Riley sighed. “Women and tequila never mix.”
    “What exactly are you doing here?” Sam asked. She lifted her hair off her neck and fanned herself with one hand. Was it just her, or was it seriously hot in here? Had to be the alcohol. Or the man. Probably the man.
    “I came to talk to you about something.” He looked uncomfortable, most likely because Callie continued to ogle his groin.
    “As you can see, I’m busy.”
    “No, she’s not.” Jane shot to her feet, pulling Callie up with her.
    “What about girls’ night?” Sam asked.
    “It’s two in the morning. I’m thinking we call it a successful night and go to bed.” At the word bed , Jane raised a brow at Riley.
    “And maybe my husband will actually have sex with me tonight,” Callie added before Jane dragged her away.
    Giggling, her friends left the bar. After the door closed behind them, one of the waitresses locked up and flipped the open sign so it read closed. The Diamond closed at two a.m. on Sundays, and as Riley helped her out of the booth, the waitstaff and bartenders began tidying up for the night.
    “You’re stumbling,” Riley commented with a sigh, holding her arm to steady her.
    “I’m so not