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indicating that I have no desire to discuss it.
    Johnny slides three tequila shooters in front of me.
    “For old times’ sake?” I grin at the happy couple.
    Trent chuckles and nods his head as I slide a shot his way. Ellen just grins back at me.
    “Like you even had to ask, dickhead,” she says before grabbing the shot glass.
    “Cheers, you horny assholes. I’m glad you were kind enough to take time away from your busy fuck schedule to come hang out tonight. I love you both!” I tip my glass towards them before taking the shot in one fluid motion. The tequila makes itself known as it burns a path down my throat. I immediately suck on a lime. The citrus cools my mouth, relieving the burn and strong aftertaste.
    “So how long are you going to make him suffer?” Trent asks bluntly.
    “Forever,” I answer without batting an eye.
    “You know, by being ridiculously obstinate, it’s only making him want you more, right?” Trent stacks the shot glasses and slides them towards the end of the bar.
    “I know you’re his number one fangirl, Trent, and I get your need to fill my ear with thoughts of him, but I’m never getting with James. Ever. ” I take a long swig of my beer and glance over at Lizzy, who’s sitting with two young guys at a bar-top table.
    Holy shit. That little hussy!
    One of the young guys, who looks to be around twenty-four, is her personal trainer, Ryder. Now it all adds up. All of the extra training sessions, the late-night phone calls to talk about her “workout plan,” and her recent update to her wardrobe start to make sense. Lizzy is a little slut bag cougar and she’s keeping all of the juicy details to herself. I cannot believe this!
    She better prepare herself to get bombarded with one million and one question tomorrow. I have to hear about how unbelievable Ryder is in the sack. The guy might as well be a Greek god. Seriously, he’s that good-looking . Shit, I’m salivating just thinking about Lizzy having sex with him and I’m not even a participant.
    “Well, labia face, Trent and I are going to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow night at work?” Ellen gets off of her barstool as Trent pays their tab.
    “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow night in the trenches.” I stand up and give her a quick hug. “Bye, Trent. Take care of my best girl,” I say before I sit back down on my barstool.
    “Goodnight. And, Amy, good luck .” Trent smirks down at me as he wraps his arm around Ellen’s waist.
    “Uh, good luck?” I peer at him dubiously. I have no idea what he is talking about right now.
    “Yeah. Good luck with James.”
    Ellen rolls her eyes towards me when she hears that last comment come from Trent’s mouth.
    “Why in the fuck would I need good luck with James?” Now I’m just curious to see what in the hell else he’s going to say.
    “Well I know that you want nothing to do with him, and he knows you’re doing your best to stay on the defense, but James isn’t going to give up. He’s stealthy and determined, and your persistence at being a complete bitch to him, well… It’s only making him more determined . Plus, you should know that James is a former Marine, so everything he does is calculated and strategic .”
    I look at Trent like he has three heads and a dildo strapped around his waist. “What are you trying to say? That James has some master plan to win my affection?” I huff out a breath. “Are you being serious right now, Trent?”
    Trent raises his hands and looks down at Ellen when he hears her sigh in annoyance. “Look, I’m not trying to piss both of you off. Amy, you’re my girl, I’ll always have your back, even more so than James. I’m just trying to throw you a little warning. So seriously… good luck .”
    I wave goodbye to both of them as they head out the door, but I can’t get the words Trent said out of my head. Good luck? I mean, come on. Good luck? I don’t need luck. Dr. Limp Dick needs luck to keep his balls intact if he plans on