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stellar at life decisions—especially considering the bumpy course her life had taken over the past two years. But I could understand why Liz might think that she had all the answers. Emma had been independent for as long as I had known her. She knew what she wanted from life and she always went after it, no matter the cost.
    Shane had really given me more than enough information, but I wanted to know more. “So why is she so damned unhappy?” I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
    “Well, I’m not 100% sure on that one myself, but I gather that Mason is constantly gone. I think she’s just lonely and bored. I mean, since she doesn’t work, she’s stuck at home all day with Emily, and she just needs someone to be there for her.”
    I could understand that feeling. I had yet to be lucky in the love department. I’d never really cared too much for any of my exes. None of them really understood me. Plus, Cheyenne had done a number on my heart—and my bank account. Since then, I had yet to get back in the proverbial saddle.
    Shane snapped me out of my daze as he started to lecture me. “Please don’t let on that you know anything, Ty. I don’t need any drama tonight. None of us do really. It will just be good for all of us to just get out and go back to how things used to be.”
     

     
    “Holy cow!” Emma yelled. “Would you hurry up? We’re already paying for the sitter and we haven’t even left the condo yet!”
    I smiled—reveling in the annoyance in her voice—and poked my head out of the bathroom. “Relax, I’ll freakin’ pay for the next fifteen minutes.”
    “Seriously,” she groaned. “Tyler, you need a new M.O.” She was right—it took me way too long to get pretty. Always had, and probably always would. But the fact of the matter was that I’d been finishing up my evening preparations when I decided to slow it down a bit, just to get a rise out of Emma. She was hysterical when she was slightly on edge, and I was looking for a bit of entertainment for the evening.
    “Tyler Johnston, I am not waiting around for you! We never get out anymore and you’re just pissing my money away …” Suddenly, it wasn’t so funny anymore. Emma had officially gone off the deep end, I could hear it in her voice. She sounded borderline mental as she continued her rant. “… I will kick your A-S-S myself.”
    At that very moment I decided I shouldn’t push my luck any further. I knew damn well that she didn’t fuck around when it came to her money. So I stalked out of the bathroom and threw my hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright. I’m ready. Sheesh, I just wanted to look nice for our big night out,” I teased, coming down the stairs.
    “Aw, you look wonderful, Ty.” Shane batted his eyelashes as he leaned into me.
    I quickly pulled him into a headlock and jokingly punched him in the stomach. “Get over yourself, Pretty Boy, I wanted to look nice for Rob.”
    “What about me?” Rob questioned as he looked up from his cellphone. He was so oblivious lately—well, more so than usual. I swear a train could have come through the condo at any moment and he wouldn’t have noticed. Rob had always been a bit … aloof . We’d known him for years but we still didn’t really know that much about his life before us.
    We laughed at his obliviousness, but he went right back to his phone doing God knows what. He was a lost cause ever since he’d got that thing. His addictive personality was better suited to not having one, but work had finally laid down the law—no pun intended—and told him he needed to grow up and get one. Just like Shane, he was trying to climb the corporate ladder within his firm and he was at their mercy. But it had been like this ever since he got the damn thing, constantly checking his email and doing business.
    “You’ve got all the numbers right, Trudy?” Emma questioned one final time as she gathered her things from the kitchen table.
    “Yes. We’ll have a