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around
    him.
    And we come together. In perfect unison.
    Perfect splendor.
    Afterward, Drew’s arms tighten around me. I touch his face
    and kiss him gently. he falls backward on the bed, taking me with
    him, keeping me on top. We lie like that for a while until our heart rates come back down and our breathing slows.
    And then Drew rolls me under him.
    And we do it again.
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Chapter 2
    The New York City club scene.
    Pounding music that only allows for conversation if you’re
    a lip-reader. Sweaty guidos in their I’m-too-sexy silk shirts, who think breathing is a sign that you’re interested. Impossibly long
    lines at the bar and insanely priced watered-down drinks.
    Not really my favorite place to be.
    I’m more of a bar girl. Bottled beer, jukeboxes, pool tables—I
    can be quite the pool shark when I need to be.
    Not that I haven’t enjoyed a good rave or two in my time.
    What? You thought pot was the only illegal substance to grace
    my bloodstream? Afraid not. Ecstasy, acid, ’shrooms—I’ve tried
    them all.
    You look a little shocked. You shouldn’t be.
    The whole drug culture was started by intellectuals in institu-
    tions of higher learning. Don’t even try and tell me Bill Gates came up with Windows—a maze of interconnected, multicolored path-ways—without some serious psychedelic assistance.
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    Anyway, despite my preferences, four weeks after Cabo, Drew
    and I end up at the hottest club of the moment. With our best
    friends, Matthew and Delores. To celebrate their first anniversary.
    You didn’t know they got married? It was great. Vegas. Need I
    say more?
    Delores is into dance clubs. She enjoys any kind of sensory
    stimulation. When we were ten, her mother, Amelia, bought her a
    strobe light for her bedroom. Delores would sit and stare at it for hours, like it was a crystal ball or a Jackson Pollock painting.
    Now that I think about that, it explains a lot.
    Anyway, see us there? Delores and Matthew are just walking
    off the dance floor, to where I’m sitting in a circle of trendy over-stuffed red chairs. Drew went to get another round.
    I’m just too damn tired to dance tonight. Delores falls into the
    chair next to me, laughing.
    I yawn.
    “You look like shit, Petunia.”
    A good friend should be able to tell you anything. Maybe your
    boyfriend’s screwing around, or a dress makes your love handles
    hang over like a shar-pei’s skin? In either case, if they’re not brave enough to tell it like it is? They’re not your best friend.
    “Thanks, Dee Dee. Love you too.”
    She flips her long blond hair back, crimped and shining with
    glitter for this evening’s festivities. “I’m just saying, you look like you could use a spa day.”
    She’s not wrong. I’ve been exhausted all week—that full-body
    type of weariness that feels like you’re carrying weights on your
    ankles and your ribs. Yesterday, I actually fell asleep at my desk.
    Maybe I’m coming down with the flu that’s going around.
    Delores fans herself with her hand. “Where the hell is Drew
    with those drinks? I’m dying here.”
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    he’s been gone a few minutes, which isn’t unusual in a place
    like this.
    Still, my eyes scan the room.
    And then they find him. By the bar, drinks in hand, talking to
    a woman.
    A beautiful blond woman with legs as long as my whole body.
    She’s wearing silver stilettos and a sequined minidress. She
    looks . . . fun. You know the type—one of those cool girls who
    guys love to hang out with because they burp and watch sports.
    She’s smiling.
    More important, Drew is smiling back.
    And do you see the way she’s leaning toward him? The tilt of
    her head? The subtle rubbing of her thighs?
    They’ve had sex. No doubt about it.
    Son of a bitch.
    This isn’t the first time I’ve been faced with one of Drew’s
    past random hookups. In fact,