Liz assessed herself in the mirror and then decided that red lipstick was in order. It wasn’t her normal routine, but, well, she wasn’t really feeling like herself tonight. She was feeling like total shit. She had walked away from one relationship, tried to love another man, been used for the advancement of his career, and still there was no way she could go back to what she had originally walked away from. So, for tonight, nothing really mattered. She just wanted to get rip-roaring drunk and forget that today ever happened.

As she was about to walk out of her bedroom to see if Victoria was ready to go, her phone started ringing loudly from where she had thrown it on her bed. Liz dashed for it, her heart racing. Was it Hayden? Could he finally have manned up? Her heels skittered across the floor and she crashed down onto her bed, snatching the phone off the comforter. She stared down at the screen. Not Hayden. Another number she didn’t know. She hoped this wasn’t a reporter, because the two glasses of bourbon weren’t making her friendly.

“Hello?” she said into the phone. She crossed her legs and sat up straighter.

“Liz, it’s been too long,” the smooth, seductive voice said through the line.

Liz’s eyes bugged as she pressed the phone to her ear. “Clay?”

“And I thought for a minute you might not recognize me.”

“Of course I recognize you.” No chance in hell that she wasn’t going to recognize Clay Maxwell. Why was he calling her now?

“So, how have you been? Did you have a nice day?” he asked casually.

Liz narrowed her eyes. No contact for over a year and now he was acting all buddy-buddy.

“What do you want, Clay?” she asked.

“I can’t check in on an old friend?”

“You’ve never called me before.”

“Well, I am now,” he said.

“So, what do you want? I don’t assume that you’re calling me for no reason.”

“I read an article today in the newspaper about my brother. Have you seen it?” Clay asked.

Liz’s mouth went dry. “I saw it,” she said.

“But do you know what I couldn’t stop thinking about, Liz?”

“No,” she whispered.

“You. Liz Carmichael. The girl who showed up at the Fourth of July event and the gala and Hilton Head. Seemed a bit . . . convenient once I started thinking about it.”

Oh shit! Liz couldn’t breathe.

“But when I looked up the UNC registry, there wasn’t a Liz Carmichael either, and the only Liz at the UNC paper was a Liz Dougherty. Strange that you should tell me that your last name was Carmichael. Don’t you think?”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“I never told you that was my last name,” she whispered.

“Ah. Right. The valet mentioned it at the gala . . . the event that you were at with Chris. Perhaps it’s just me, but the pieces don’t seem to fit,” Clay said. She could almost see the dimples in his smile.

“What do you want, Clay?” There had to be a catch, some kind of point to all of this. He knew. But what did he want?

“I want to see you tonight.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Clay,” she responded immediately.

“Whoa! I never even insinuated that you would. Someone is jumping to conclusions.”

She could hear the laughter in his voice. She knew exactly what he was after. He had always been after one thing.

“I’m not stupid.”

“No, you’re not. But you also don’t have anything else to lose by coming to see me. The reporter was your boyfriend, right?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Liz quickly corrected. She didn’t even want to think about Hayden. She just wanted to knock some sense into him.

“Exactly. So tonight?”

What the hell did she have to lose that she hadn’t already lost?

“Well, I’m going to be on Franklin Street in about twenty minutes. If you can find me, then you can see me.” She doubted that he would ever find her. There were a ton of bars on Franklin Street, and why would Clay go through that much trouble?

“Any hints?”

“I’ll be drinking,” she said before hanging up the phone.

That was it. She wasn’t going to answer her phone the rest of the night. Each call just brought more and more drama that she didn’t want to have to deal with. The only people she actually wanted to speak with hadn’t called, and she didn’t think they were going to. So she resigned herself to getting blackout drunk.

It actually took thirty minutes for Victoria and Duke Fan to get ready to go out. They started at their usual spot, which was packed with people, since it was Valentine’s Day weekend. Heavy dance beats filtered through the speakers, and groups mingled together near the bar. The bar had specialty drinks for the occasion and a giant red-and-pink heart-shaped piñata.

Liz leaned over the bar, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top as she flagged the hot bartender down.

“What’ll ya have?” he asked, eyeing her chest appreciatively.

At least someone was enjoying the view.

“Whiskey sour,” Liz told him.

“Sure thing.”

He filled a glass almost entirely with whiskey. She normally would have cringed, but tonight she didn’t care.

“What kind of candy is in the piñata?” she asked him as he added the sour.

“No candy. Condoms, suck and blows, lube, and other fun treats,” he said with a wink as he passed her drink across the bar. She went to hand him her cash and he winked at her again. “On the house.”

Liz bit her lip coyly and dropped the money into the tip jar. She must look good tonight to warrant free drinks from the bartender. “Thanks.”

“Come back and see me.”

Liz nodded and went to find Victoria.

“There you are!” Victoria cried. “Did you order? Kyle is working at the other end of the bar. I could have gotten it for free.”

“I got mine for free,” Liz said, taking a sip of the liquor.

“Look at you! You look totally fuckable tonight.”

“Are you encouraging her?” Daniel asked.

“Butt out,” Victoria snapped. “Or I’ll send you straight home.”

“You’re not my mother!”

“We can role-play later, baby,” she said, slapping him gently across the face twice.

Daniel rolled his eyes and sipped on his drink. Score one for Victoria.

“So . . . you know what they say . . . the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Victoria said.

Liz tilted her head and laughed. “I don’t think that’s the expression.”

“It should be.”

“I think it’s ‘find someone else.’”

“It amounts to the same thing. And all I’m saying is that you look fuckable and you’ve never had a one-night stand. Tonight is the perfect night for a threesome!”

“Victoria!” Liz said, shaking her head. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Which part?”

“All of it!”

“Why not make the night memorable?” Victoria asked. “You’re trying to ruin all of my fun.”

“I just want to get wasted drunk and black out in the safety of my own house.”

Victoria shook her head and turned to survey the room. “Hmmm. No. No. Maybe. He probably has back hair though . . . so, no. No. We’ll find you one,” Victoria said. “This is the perfect night for this. It’s like a breeding ground for singles who want to get fucked, because they didn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day.”

“You are the most insensitive person I’ve met in my entire life,” Liz said, tipping her glass back and trying to quell the urge to throw it at her best friend.

“What?” Victoria asked as if she didn’t know. “Oh, Lane? I don’t consider him a human being anymore.”

Liz laughed. Sometimes Victoria was a bitch, but at least Liz wasn’t on her bad side. She couldn’t imagine what that would be like.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Victoria cried, clapping her hands. “Found him. That one walking into the bar.”