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    He looked at his empty pint glass. Too late now. Whatever damage might’ve been in his beer was done. He felt okay, just buzzed. And getting drunker by the minute actually. He picked up his phone to text Kyle to come pick him up, but that damn picture of Aubrey and her date taunted him.
    Her words from earlier weaseled their way into his brain and dug their hooks into him.
    Even if I do get bored, I will not call you. We’re done.
    He dropped his phone back down and waved for another shot. Brian poured a double without asking—good man.
    Liam sipped this one. He willed the alcohol to burn all thoughts of Aubrey from his mind. He couldn’t believe she was done. No, he couldn’t believe he wasn’t . Why couldn’t he just accept Whitney’s offer? She was beautiful, willing, and he knew exactly what sort of hot time he’d be getting.
    But she was also nuts and probably fucking his family over. Worse, she was ruining Alex’s legacy with all this zoning crap.
    He threw the rest of the tequila back and pulled out his wallet. Time to get away from Toxic Tilly. He fished out a fifty and dropped it on the bar, then caught Brian’s attention and gave him a nod.
    He picked up his phone, turned, and slid off his chair. Whitney’s hand caught his bicep.
    â€œWhoa, there,” she said. “You don’t want to go face-first into the floor. This place is filthy.”
    He shook her off and tossed her a glare. “You thought I was falling?”
    Her hand grazed his back. “I’m happy to catch you.”
    He flinched and moved away from her, striding toward the door with purpose despite the slight tunneling of his vision. Yeah, he was kind of fucked up right now.
    He pushed open the door and stepped outside. The temperature had dropped, but it was still warm. Warm-ish. Okay, that breeze was a little chilly.
    â€œForget something?” Whitney’s voice drew him to turn around. She held his helmet in her dark red manicured hands.
    â€œGimme that.” He snatched it away from her and wove toward his bike.
    â€œYou aren’t going to ride, are you?” She caught up to him and touched his arm. “Hey, Liam. I’m serious now. I’ll drive you home.”
    He scowled at her. “I’ll call my brother.”
    â€œAnd wait for him to come get you? It’s getting cold.” She shook her heads. Heads? Dude, pull your head out of your drunk ass right now before you do something stupid.
    She pointed toward her BMW. “Come on, I’m right there. And I promise I won’t take you to my house and jump your bones, although I think you’d probably come willingly in your state.”
    â€œNot a chance in hell.” He wasn’t that drunk. God, he hoped he wasn’t that drunk.
    She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward her car. “Not taking no for an answer on this.”
    He tried to pull away, but his reflexes were set to slow motion, and Whitney worked out like a banshee. She opened the passenger door and shoved him down into the seat. He pulled his feet in just before she slammed the door. Vicious bitch.
    She climbed into the driver’s seat.
    â€œYou could’ve taken my feet off,” he drawled.
    She laughed. “Sure.” She fired up the engine and pulled out of the lot, going west toward the road that led to his parents’ house.
    â€œI seriously need you to talk to your dad.” God, he wished he didn’t sound so messed up. “He needs to drop the zoning appeal.”
    â€œMy dad will do whatever he’s going to do, no matter what I say.”
    â€œCome on, Whitney, you can do better than that, can’t you?”
    She turned up the road toward his parents’ and slid him a narrow-eyed glance. “Why should I? You haven’t exactly been nice to me.”
    â€œWhat do you mean? I didn’t treat you like shit. We had a casual thing, and it ran its