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“Hold on a min,” she says, turning her back and typing out a text. Damn. She’s acting like whatever she’s typing is top secret, her fingers flying across the touch screen like a roadrunner.
    I used to do that, I think sadly and a surge of loneliness washes over me. When Ian used to text me, I acted like it was the most important thing in the world to text back immediately.
    “It’s Kevin,” Eva says when she’s done, confirming my suspicion.
    I nod and force a smile as I watch Eva slip her phone back into her purse without a worry. “How’s he doing?”
    “Alright,” Eva replies, “but he misses me.” My heart clenches in my chest, but I keep the smile plastered on my face. “He hates when I’m away on business trips.”
    I nod and say a silent prayer of thanks as the bartender comes over and interrupts us. I order a long island iced tea in place of that Bloody Mary so I can get trashed. I’m not messing around tonight. At this point I need something strong.
    Eva joins in with the other girls who are gossiping about someone who works for another company now. Someone I don’t know.
    I nurse my drink and try to keep up and chime in, but I have no clue who and what they’re talking about. After a few minutes, their conversation seems to turn to white noise and I find myself staring into my drink, moving the ice around with the straw and wondering why I’m in such a horrible fucking mood.
    Hannah and Cary Ann get up, causing me to snap out of it, and announce they’re going to go dance their tits off. I have to cover my mouth as the guy at the end of the bar looks over at the two of them with a raised brow.
    My smile instantly falls as Eva grabs me by the hand and pulls me off my barstool. I resist a little and say, “Seriously, no one wants to see me dance.” I haven’t had nearly enough alcohol to embarrass myself that much.
    “Come on!” She tugs a little harder and I actually have to take a step forward to keep my balance.
    “I really don’t want to.” I shake my head and hold my breath. I know I’m being a downer, but this isn’t my thing. At all.
    Luckily for me, her phone rings. She instantly drops my hand to take out her phone and begins typing like a mad woman again. I use the moment to plant my ass on the barstool and take out my own cell phone. As if it would possibly have a message waiting for me.
    She’s texting Kevin again. I really don’t see a point in being here. Hannah and Cary Ann are over on the dance floor having the time of their lives, while I’m standing by watching Eva text her boyfriend.
    It goes without saying--this night totally blows.
    Screw this. I pull my cell out of my clutch and click over to the messages screen. I quickly locate Ian’s name.
    Your shit better be gone by the time I’m back.
    There it is. The same text I sent several days ago. My stomach twists into an angry knot. The message is marked as read, but Ian hasn’t even bothered to reply.
    No sorry. No begging for me to take him back.
    He simply doesn’t care.
    He’s probably shacked up with her right now, fucking her brains out, I tell myself. In my bed.
    The thought enrages me and before I know it, my fingers are flying across the screen of my cell.
    You’re a real piece of fucking work, you know that?
    I hit send before I can stop myself. Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. I close my eyes, feeling pissed off at myself and at how poorly I’m handling all this shit.
    I stuff my phone back in my clutch and turn to Eva. “Hey, I think I’m gonna go,” I tell her over the bass of the music.
    Eva looks up from her phone and sees the expression of misery on my face. She taps out something quickly and then puts her phone away. “I’ll go with you,” she offers. I can tell that she’s worried about me now, but I don’t want her to be.
    “Are you sure?” I ask. “You don’t have to. We just got here and it looks like Hannah and Cary Ann are having the time of their lives.” I gesture