Darn it.

Another round of drinks is delivered, and suddenly a tall, handsome man is standing next to Charly, inviting her to dance.

“Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. Trust me, you don’t want a piece of this.” She pats him on the cheek and the man walks away, a look of pure confusion on his face.

“I wonder if he’s confused because he got shot down, or if he’s never listened to Taylor Swift before?” I ask.

“To Taylor Swift,” Gabby says, holding her glass high. “For giving us fantastic one-liners for years.”

“The girl writes some great ones,” Lila agrees. “Oh! Fun drinking game. Every time someone uses a Taylor line in conversation, we take a drink.”

“You’re on!” Gabby says.

“This is so fun!” Cindy agrees, and we all drink in honor of the daydream line.

“Let’s dance some more,” Gabby says.

“Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re twenty-two,” Cindy says, we all drink, and then hit the dance floor while Pitbull and Ke$ha sing about Timber.

Charly and Van stay behind and are approached several times by cute men, and when the men leave after being shot down, they drink.

I wonder what lyrics they just used.

When we’re all back at the table, our minds a little fuzzier, Hilary sits back in her seat and nudges her head to the side, indicating that I should look. “Three o’clock,” she says.

“Which one? The bald one?” I ask.

“Fuck no, the one with the tattoo sleeve,” she replies.

“Ah, I see him. Is that Mr. Starbucks?” I ask. “Louis?”

“Yes.” She grins when Louis cocks his brow at her and shrugs a shoulder like, you wanna? “Looks like I’m getting lucky tonight, ladies.”

“Lucky bitch,” Gabby says with a frown, just as a waitress sets a basket of peanuts right in front of me, which Van quickly picks up and places at the other end of the table.

“You don’t like peanuts?” Gabby asks.

“I’m allergic,” I reply and shrug.

“Remember that time in college when you accidentally ate some and your face got all swollen? It was horrific,” Van says with a dramatic shiver.

“Okay, back to me,” Gabby says impatiently. “Do you know how long it’s been since I got laid? Years.”

“Good Lord,” Lila says in sympathy. “Honey, we can fix that. Like, right now.”

“Oops! I’m out! Thanks for the drinks, guys.” Hilary jumps up and scrambles over to Louis, who has just stood and paid his own tab, then they leave together with his tongue down her throat.

“She seems kind of fun,” Charly says thoughtfully and sips her drink.

“I don’t like her,” Lila says with a shake of the head.

“Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Just something about her.”

“Anyway, back to me,” Gabby says primly. “I haven’t gotten laid in forever.”

Just as the words leave her mouth, a shorter man, in his mid-thirties approaches her, leans in and says, “Why don’t you let me help you out with that, sugar?”

Gabby blinks at him for a moment, then says, “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.”

“Huh?” he asks in confusion as we all laugh, raise our glasses in salute, and drink.

“That means no,” Van says helpfully, and the guy saunters away, shaking his head.

“Come on, Gabby,” Lila says, “Why you gotta be so mean?”

More drinks.

“That was creepy,” Gabby says.

“It’s okay, I’m not getting laid either,” Charly says. “It’s been longer than a minute.”

“You could always call Ryan,” Van says with a smug smile. “He’d do you in a hot second.”

“We are never, ever getting back together. Like, ever,” Charly says, and we all laugh and drink.

Damn, these drinks are good. And strong. Am I still drinking lemon drops? I don’t even know.

Maybe.

“But he was good in the sack,” Charly clarifies. “And he did this thing with his tongue—”

“Stop,” Eli says as he walks up to the table. “I don’t need to know what any man does to you with his tongue.”

“Why are you here?” Van demands. “It’s girls’ night out. Only girls.”

“Ah, shake it off, Vanny,” Gabby says, prompting us all to drink. “Declan’s right behind him.”

“Hi, Eli,” Cindy says from next to me. She’s been very quiet all evening, listening, laughing, and now that Eli’s here, she’s chatty?

I look between her and Eli, and frown.

“Have you fucked her?” I ask, probably way too loudly, but once I’m this drunk, I can’t stop the words.

Damn words.

Cindy blinks rapidly, but Eli doesn’t react at all. No frown. No denial.

Nada.

“Did you just say fuck?” Savannah asks in surprise.

“Yeah. I know, it’s new. Eli’s been teaching me.”

“He’s teaching you to say fuck?” Lila asks. “That’s cool. Way to go, Eli.”

He’s watching me with hot eyes, but he’s not giving anything away. He won’t answer me.

Which, of course, means yes.

I turn my blurry gaze back to young, perky, skinny, perfect-skinned Cindy. “Was loving him like red?” I ask, and we all drink.

“It was fire-engine red,” she confirms, and I kind of want to smack the hell out of her.

“Uh,” Lila says, but Declan interrupts.

“Why are you all using Taylor Swift lyrics?”

“New drinking game,” I say. “If we use the lyrics in conversation, we drink.”

“We’ve been using a lot of them,” Gabby says sloppily. “It’s fun.”

“Do you guys want a drink?” I ask them and signal for the waitress. “You should play.”

“No, we’re your drivers,” Eli says. His jaw ticks, just a bit, and I think maybe he’s mad at me, but I don’t care.

I didn’t fuck Cindy.

“No drinks for them,” Van says to the waitress. “But another round for us.”

“So, does that mean you’re not ready to go home?” Declan asks with a laugh.

“Are you guys going all the way back to the inn tonight?” I ask Van and Gabby.

“No, we’re staying at Mama’s. She’s at the inn with Sam and the guests.”

“Cool.”

“Eli, will you please give me a ride home?” Cindy asks, and bats her eyes at the man who’s been spending every night in my bed, but before I can curl my hand into a claw and tear her fake-eyelashed eyes out, Declan speaks up.

“I get that honor, cher.”

Eli is watching me.

Eli is watching me.

I grin and stand, make sure I’m steady on my feet, and say, “Excuse me.”

“Where are you going?” Eli asks.

“Over there. Alone.”

I nod decisively, walk to the bar, and get there just in time. My feet are slow. I’m glad I didn’t wear heels.

“Hi there,” the tall man next to me says. He’s hot. Both of him.

“Hi.”

“Having a good time?” he asks.

“Yes.” I blink, and then exclaim, “I know you!”

“You do?”

“Yes! You were on the plane with Lila yesterday. Asher?”

“That’s right.” He shakes my hand and grins. “Is Lila with you this evening?”

“Yep. She’s my BFF. We drink together. One time, in college, we made out, but it was no biggie.”

“Okay,” he laughs.

“You didn’t ask her for her number,” I accuse him, and poke my finger in his chest. He looks down at it.

“You just assaulted an officer.”

“I did?” Oh, crap.

“Yes. I might have to arrest you.”

“With handcuffs?”

“Would you like me to arrest you with handcuffs?”

“Hell to the yes!”

“Kate?” Eli’s voice is cold and hard, and I’m sure he looks all scary and stuff.

“I’m talking to the hot Asher,” I inform him. “I assaulted him, and he’s a cop, and he’s going to put me in handcuffs.”

“No, I don’t believe he will.”

Asher laughs. “There’s nothing going on here, man.”

“Come see Lila!” I take his hand and lead him past Eli, who I glare at, because…Cindy, and am surprised to find that Gabby, Van, Charly, and slutty Cindy are all gone. “Where did everyone go?”

“Declan took them home,” Lila says, and then her eyes go wide when she sees Asher. “Hi.”