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this is way more fun than sending you home.” The look she gave him was pure evil. “So can I listen in when you call Greer?”
    “Nosy.”
    “Of course. You two are my friends and she’s carried a torch for you since like, grade school.”
    He choked on the coffee. “Oh god, don’t tell me that.” Because now all he could think about were her dark eyes gazing up at him, and peeking down her dress to see her nipples . . . he was such a bastard. He’d never be able to look her in the eye ever again.
    “It’s true. Well, not the grade school part. But her being in love with you?” Gretchen fluttered her eyelashes at him. “You are her knight in shining armor. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed it before.”
    He hadn’t. Greer was just so . . . sweet. He’d just assumed she was that sweet to everyone. All of this was making him feel worse. He gulped down a burning mouthful of coffee. Gretchen’s words had done more to sober him than any amount of caffeine. “I don’t suppose you know where my phone is?”
    “I’m sure I do, Prince Charming.” She waved it in the air. Gretchen was enjoying this far too much.
    ***
    A short time later, when his head stopped feeling like it was a drum, he tried calling Greer. She didn’t answer, so he texted her instead of leaving a message.
    AS: Hey there. It was good to see you at the party.
    To his surprise, an answer came through almost right away.
    Greer: OK
    AS: Just wanted to say that I was pretty drunk, and I don’t remember most of what happened.
    Greer: OK
    AS: I never meant to uh, take advantage of the situation. I hope we’re still good.
    Greer: Sure.
    AS: You know I value you as a friend.
    Greer: Sure.
    AS: And I would never try to hook up at a party normally. I was just in a bad place.
    Greer: No prob
    AS: I just hope we can still be friends? I’d like to put the whole thing behind us.
    Greer: Consider it behind us.
    AS: Great. Thanks.
    AS: I know sex can ruin friendships, but I would rather we stay friends.
    Greer: Sure—friends.
    Asher stared down at his phone. The conversation seemed okay, but he couldn’t get over the fact that he felt like something was wrong. Greer wasn’t very . . . chatty, he guessed. Weren’t women chatty in texts? She always had plenty to say at lunch. Then again, he’d never really tried to carry a text conversation with her before, so maybe this was just how she was. Some people hated texting. He reread the text conversation, then added a final note.
    AS: We still on for Monday lunch?
    Greer: Sorry, going out of town. Maybe next time?
    AS: Sure, next time.
    She was just busy. He was imagining things. Feeling better, Asher poured himself another cup of coffee and tried not to think about the gentle slope of Greer’s breasts, or the tight pricks of her nipples brushing against his chest. Fuck his brain. She was just a friend, and now she was a friend that he’d put in an awkward situation.
    At least they were still friends, though. That was because Greer was a genuinely nice person. He was lucky to know her.
    ***
    Greer glared down at her phone, fuming at the text conversation.
We still on for Monday lunch?
As if she ever wanted to see him again after last night?
    Hope we’re still friends.
    You keep on hoping
, she thought angrily. She closed the text window and promptly blocked his number from calling her phone again.
    ***
    Weeks Later
    Greer clutched the airline sickness bag to her chest. It was the third one she’d gone through on the flight out to Vegas. She closed her eyes and willed herself to die. Either that, or stop vomiting. At this moment, either one would do.
    “Are you all right, Ms. Chadha-Janssen?”
    She opened her eyes and squinted at the flight attendant hovering nearby. The woman’s white Dutch bonnet and wench costume did not look comfortable, especially when she leaned in toward Greer. But it was a normal sort of thing given that she was flying on her father’s private plane. Greer gave her