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ever told you how much I like your lips?”
    I leaned forward as if to kiss him and Oz pulled back, but not enough to remove my hand.
    “You really have been drinking a lot tonight.”
    He put his arm around me and with his hand against the small of my back, led me to my booth.
    “How did you know where I was sitting?”
    He smiled. “Because your coat is here.”
    I refreshed my drink and took a sip. “Have one with me?”
    He dangled my keys over the table. “I’m your designated driver, but I’ll watch you drink all you like and if I have to, I’ll carry you out of here over my shoulder.”
    Oz could have said that to me any other time and I’d have thought nothing of it. But tonight it sounded more sexual somehow…and I liked it. He reached across the table and took my hand. Where I normally found comfort I now found an almost painful state of arousal. Why had his touch never done this to me before?
    “What’s gotten you so worked up?” he asked softly.
    “The touch of your hand for one thing.”
    “You know what I mean. You don’t usually drink like this.”
    “Chase called you, didn’t he?”
    “Yes.”
    We sat there in silence for almost a full minute, Ozzy quietly waiting for my answer while I continued to drink. I couldn’t tell Chase or Justina what had happened, but I could tell Oz. He had joked with me before that he must look like a priest because I had no trouble confessing my sins to him. I’m not sure why, but I could tell him things sometimes that I couldn’t tell anybody else. Like how I felt right now.
    “I saw James a few days ago and he didn’t even acknowledge me.” I blurted it out before I had time to really think. Here I was thinking that what Jackie Morrison had said was the worst of it, but apparently that wasn’t so.
    “I smiled at him and everything, Oz, and he just turned away like I wasn’t there at all.”
    I could feel the tears burning my eyes and knew that the instant they fell my mascara would run if it wasn’t already. Ozzy put his hand back over mine and I looked down as big droplets of tears hit the table.
    “Mrs. Morrison said that he was thinking of starting a family.”
    “Fuck Jackie Morrison.”
    I snapped my head back up and couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t that Oz never used bad language, he just didn’t normally use the f-word when talking about old women.
    “I’d rather not,” I said with a laugh.
    “No one would, and that’s part of her problem. She never thinks before she opens her mouth. I bet that old bat hasn’t had anything nice to say in thirty years.”
    I laughed harder and it felt really good.
    “Don’t listen to what she has to say and don’t let yourself get worked up over a moron like James.”
    Ozzy had remained quiet on the subject of James and our breakup. He had refrained from offering an opinion of any kind before now. I wasn’t sure how to take his comment.
    “You think James is a moron?” I giggled just a little bit, further evidence that I’d had too much to drink.
    “He left a smoking hot redhead with a beautiful body and ended up with a mediocre blonde with no tits. Are you kidding me? The man is obviously brain dead.”
    To my surprise I could feel myself blushing at his words. Grabbing my crotch in front of a room full of people hadn’t made me blush, but Ozzy’s compliment did. Imagine that.
    “You think I’m hot?”
    “I think you’re gorgeous, but that’s not news.”
    When he spoke his smile reached his eyes and I wanted very much for him to hold me.
    “What can I do to help?” he asked.
    “Dance with me.” He didn’t hesitate. Ozzy rose to his feet and took my hand, leading me back in front of the jukebox. “One of these days all this crap with James is gonna be like water under the troll.”
    Oz busted out laughing. “You mean under the bridge, honey. Not the troll.”
    “Shit, there’s trolls under bridges.”
    He continued to laugh softly as he pulled me to him. “Well, I suppose