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I’m
fine with it. Nashville has forgotten about us, just like dear old
dad.
    So, we make up for the lack
of bands by hosting Ladies’ Night and Karaoke Contests.
Barely.
    Madison blows me a kiss
from the end of the bar and I tick up my chin before she hits the
dance floor. I like her. She’s a nice girl. But I don’t love her.
And she doesn’t love me. It works for both of us. For
now.
    “ You look like shit,” a
familiar voice says and I roll my eyes. “Not sure if this is the
kind of establishment I want to frequent.”
    Not bothering to look up at
Wyatt Tanaka, I say, “Yeah, well, we don’t serve your kind
here.”
    “ My kind? What the hell,
bro?”
    Glancing up, I tick up my
chin and stare Wyatt down. His black hair has grown out from his
military buzz. He still looks like my best friend, only older.
Weary. But really, what should he look like after serving two tours
in Afghanistan? “Only ARMY boys are welcome here,
Marine.”
    He smirks. “Thanks for the
clarification. Cause I’d hate to beat your ass for not serving
Asians.”
    “ You’re Asian? Shit.
Wished you told me that eight years ago. Might have saved me a lot
of trouble.” I slide a beer his way. “On the house,
soldier.”
    Eight years ago, when
Wyatt was fourteen, his family had moved from Charlotte to
Forrestville. He’d been the only Asian kid in the entire county.
    We met in detention. I’d
gotten my ass kicked while defending my mom, and he’d given some
kid a bloody nose for making some dumbass racist “joke”. I’d been
small for my age and he’d been tall. We bonded over writing
sentences about not fighting and running laps. He taught me how to
properly defend myself and I taught him some of my favorite WWE Raw
moves.
    He grabs the bottle and
takes a deep pull, letting out a groan of appreciation. “Damn
that’s good.”
    What was good: having him
home, safe and sound. I’m not ashamed to admit that I constantly
worried about Wyatt while he was in the Sandbox. Probably not as
much as her though.
    “ How long has she been
dancing?” he asks, his gaze firmly on the dance floor.
    What he really means is:
Who has she been dancing with? And by she, he means, Lacey Evans.
“Got here about fifteen minutes before you.” Lacey does this weird
slow-motion kind of dance to Alex Clare’s Too Close . But it’s totally her
style. And I’d never tell Wyatt this, mostly because I like
breathing out of my nose, but Lacey turned into a full-on hottie
while he’d been deployed. All long legs and curves, even if she
does try to hide them under loose jeans and even looser
tops.
    Thing is: He still stares
at her the same way he always has, since high school. Maybe he
hasn’t noticed that she’s filled out in all the right
places.
    An image of Rae flashes in
my mind, shivering as my arm brushes her breast. Fuck. I have to get this
girl out of my head.
    “ I’m heading over,” Wyatt
says, then drains the last of his beer. He sets the bottle on the
bartop and strides across the room. Lacey’s face lights up when she
sees him, but he makes no move to touch her. Instead he waits and
she slowly slides up to him, then she steps back, face flushing and
shaking her head.
    Wyatt gives her a goofy
grin, then walks away. His grin falls, black eyes narrowing as he
heads to the pool tables.
    I wince. “Still in the
friend zone.”
    “ How long do you think
he’ll wait around for her?” yet another familiar voice
says.
    “ As long as it takes, or
until he gets the message she’s been sending him for years.” I
glance up at Beau Montgomery. His blond hair is messy, his clothes
impeccable. The bastard.
    Beau smirks, lip ring
flashing. “Maybe I should help the poor bastard out.”
    The last time Beau tried to
help Wyatt out, he’d sent three strippers to Wyatt’s parents’ house
to help celebrate his nineteenth birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka had
not been amused. However, Beau’s dad, racing legend Remington
Montgomery, had thought the