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washed over her. She hoped it didn’t
show on her face.
    “But you don’t get jealous over old Sol,”
Tommy mocked.
    Apparently, it did show on her face.
    It wasn’t until Tommy set a fresh drink
in front of her that Georgia realized she’d finished the first one. She took a
sip.
    “You wouldn’t be interested in extracting
a little revenge, would you?”
    “Revenge? For what? I don’t own Sol.
Besides, I’ve got enough on my plate. The last thing I need is Sol jealous. He
gets completely irrational.”
    “Really? What’s he done?”
    “What hasn’t he done? Do you know that
one time he told a guy I was dating that we adopted Eden because I couldn’t
have children?” She took a breath, allowing a dramatic pause. “The reason I
couldn’t have children was because the name on my birth certificate was George.”
    “George?” Tommy laughed. “Nice implants,
George.”
    “It’s not funny. I liked that guy.”
    “Well, it’s kinda funny,” Tommy said,
still smiling.
    “Yeah, maybe you should try telling that
to the guy inspecting Missy’s tonsils with his tongue.”
    “Hey!” The reminder wiped the smile off
Tommy’s face.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pour salt in your
wounds.”
    His gaze went past her. Georgia swiveled enough to see the two guys from Missy’s table approaching.
    “Another round, tarbender.”
    Without a word, Tommy started pouring
drinks.
    The one Missy had been climbing as if he
were a jungle gym said to his buddy, “Man, that Missy’s a hot number. Looks
like I’m rolling sevens tonight.”
    “I wish mine would loosen up a little,”
his buddy said. “She’s not nearly as friendly as yours. I don’t suppose you
wanna swap?”
    Georgia looked straight ahead, wishing she didn’t have to listen to this.
    “Do I look stupid?” Missy’s date asked.
    Georgia wanted to say, Uh yeah, now that you mention it, but she bit her tongue.
These guys wouldn’t understand. All they cared about was whether or not they
were getting laid.
    “Hey, Georgia.” Tommy slid a couple of
ones across the bar at her. “Why don’t you feed the jukebox for me?”
    Why hadn’t she thought of that? She
smiled her thanks at Tommy and left the morons at the bar.
    When she returned, Missy’s friends were
back at the pool table, Garth had just started singing Friends in Low Places, and a fresh drink awaited her.
    Tommy seemed helpless to look away from
the poolroom where Missy was thanking the guys—both of them—for the drinks the
only way she seemed to know how. Maybe the only one who wouldn’t get laid
tonight was her frigid, little girlfriend.
    Georgia would have enjoyed her catty thoughts if Tommy hadn’t been so obviously
miserable. That look on his face was enough to bring back how alone she’d felt
when she’d left Sol. Not that her family hadn’t been supportive. They’d taken
her in, after all, but the way her mother had focused on the mistake she’d made
marrying Sol in the first place with comments about how Georgia should have set
her sights higher or the way she had of sighing whenever Georgia showed any
softness toward Sol, the support had felt more like punishment than love.
    Tommy looked as though he didn’t even
have that. No one could cure the hurt he felt, but a friend who understood
would at least make him feel like someone was on his side. She could at least
do that for him.
    “You sure you don’t want a little
revenge?” he asked softly.
    She sympathized. In the name of
friendship, she might even have agreed to help him out if she wasn’t so sure
Sol would flip out.
    “Why don’t you just move on, Tommy? Find
yourself somebody new.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not ready. It
wouldn’t be fair to whoever she was.”
    Wow. He’d really grown up since high
school. Too bad she couldn’t say the same for certain other people.
    He was still watching his soon-to-be ex. “I
wouldn’t mind getting a little myself.”
    For a second, she wasn’t sure if he