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upright on her fuck-me heels. Maybe
they were a mistake. When Kaylie finally stopped pulling her, she
braced herself on the bar, preparing for the onslaught of hugs that
would surely knock her off-kilter and send her sprawling onto the
floor.
    Dressed in a curve-hugging, dark blue dress
with a neckline that plunged to her navel, Camille led the pack.
She threw her arms around Danica. “You’re here!” she squealed.
Stephanie, Laurie, Chelsea, and Marie were right behind her with
shrill shrieks and giggles. Danica swallowed her hatred of the
fakeness that seemed to be an inherent part of most women. Their
overly excited voices and dramatic waving of hands turned her
stomach. Sometimes it made her feel like she was a lot older than
her friends. What is wrong with me? Danica feigned the same
artificial exuberance and hugged the friends she’d grown to love. A
moment later she realized that she was excited to see them. Had she
been repressing her enjoyment of the social aspects of life? Okay, Danica. Turn off your therapist brain . She was glad
she had her stilettos on to level the playing field, because each
of these girls was younger, hotter, and more confident than she
was, especially in a bar.
    Danica accepted a piña colada from Kaylie and
took a gulp to calm her overactive nerves. Bars had never been
within her comfort zone.
    “We’re drinking piña coladas and pretending
we’re in Aruba.” She looked Danica up and down. “Where’s the
prim-and-proper Danica we all know and love? You look ravishing,”
Kaylie said as she slid onto a stool next to Danica.
    “Like my nose?”
    “What?” Kaylie laughed.
    “This asshole elbowed me in the nose a few
days ago, remember? I told you about it.” Just like Kaylie to
forget Danica’s ten minutes of drama. “When I was going for coffee?
I swear. Then, he had the gall to leer at some blonde as I stood
there with blood all over my face.”
    “Really? What a jerk.”
    “No kidding.” It felt good to unload her
emotions on someone else for a change. Danica downed her drink and
asked for another.
    “Whoa, sis. Slow down. We have hours.”
    Danica looked at the other women. Camille,
Stephanie, and Laurie were impossibly skinny, with collarbones
poking out and not a speck of fat on their bare arms. Chelsea,
Marie, and Kaylie looked like perfectly formed Barbie dolls—perky
breasts, slim waists, and just the right amount of cushion in the
trunk. Each were perfect for the handsome Blake. Danica put her arm
over her stomach and reached for her drink.
    Kaylie moved Danica’s arm and whispered,
“Stop it. You look great. You always worry about how you look, and
you’re stunning.”
    Danica rolled her eyes. “Right.”
    “You’re a freakin’ therapist and you can’t
even fix yourself. You’ve always been the exotic-looking one. I’m
like plain Jane next to you.” Kaylie touched a wayward curl on
Danica’s shoulder. “What I wouldn’t do for your hair.”
    Danica took a drink. If I had your body,
the jerk wouldn’t have looked at the blonde.

Chapter Six
    It was almost midnight when Blake finally
hugged Sally one last time and told Rusty he’d take him to his
basketball practices when he was ready to play again. He stepped
out the front door of his dead best friend’s house and into the
frigid air. The door closed softly behind him. He pulled his
shoulders up against the chill. A crushing guilt paralyzed him. He
was alive and Dave wasn’t. He stood there in the darkness, tears
welling in his eyes, and sobs that he’d held in for the past
several hours bubbling from his chest. He clenched his teeth
against the sadness. He’d seen the woman Dave loved, seen the son
he adored, hugged them, assured them he’d do anything he could to
help them through the tragedy of Dave’s death. And the whole time,
all he could think about was how it should have been him that had
died instead of Dave. It felt like a betrayal, being there with
Dave’s family. Blake had nobody