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but it was too easy to assume that Ashley was just being polite in continuing the contact. He was frustrated by the lack of a second date. “We had a great time though, man. You should’ve seen her too—she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever been with.”
    Vince rolled his eyes. “You’re in Miami, man! You want a hot woman, go walk South Beach—they’re a dime a dozen. You’ll find five just as hot as the girl who got away, and more willing to jump you.”
    Tony grimaced. He didn’t want a woman who would throw herself at him. He wanted a challenge—he wanted to at least pretend like the arid glamor of wealth wasn’t what attracted someone to him.
    “Look, I’ll prove it to you. Go out with me tonight. We’ll hit some clubs, see some gorgeous women, and you can take one home with you—hell, take home three. They’re all willing for it when it comes down to it. You’ll forget all about doctor whats-her-face.”
    While Tony didn’t like the idea of easy women, the thought of forgetting about Ashley for a few hours had a certain allure. Maybe it would help him get his head straight, take away some of the power she’d developed over him. It couldn’t hurt.
    Tony changed into one of Vince’s going out suits; they weren’t exactly the same size, but Vince tended to wear his suits a little tighter in fit than Tony, so it was close enough. They finished off the bottle of champagne, and loaded into Vince’s Maserati, headed down to the strip. Tony knew from experience that his wealthy friend had connections at all the best clubs; Vince knew the managers and owners, had a permanent spot on the VIP list everywhere he wanted to go. If he didn’t, he just made friends with the owner and secured the spot from that point forward. They went from one club to another, and Tony waited for the magic moment when he could forget about Ashley—maybe he’d run into another woman, someone challenging and flirtatious, who would take his mind off of the talented doctor.
    The moment never materialized. Instead, Vince gradually got drunker and drunker, and Tony had to cut back early in the night, worried for his friend. By the fourth club, Vince ended up passed out in the VIP lounge, not thrown out altogether simply because of the fact that he was the owner’s friend.
    The bouncers asked Tony to help his friend. “We can’t kick him out, but he’s not exactly a valuable person in the club right now,” one of them said, looking away.
    Tony took the hint. He managed to get Vince up and on his feet; he half-carried the older man out of the club and to his car, put a bottle of water in his hands and stuffed him in the passenger seat. All the while, Vince was muttering—mumbling confused, drunken gibberish that Tony could barely make out about how women were all the same, how he shouldn’t let someone get him all wrapped up in game. Then the older man’s drunken wisdom continued onto other subjects, and Tony started to lose even the slightest amount of interest in what his friend had to say. He took the keys and pulled the Maserati out of its parking spot, starting down the road to drop Vince back at his home. He called Ben, telling him to meet him there—he wasn’t going to stay at Vince’s.
    The night had been a massive bust, Tony thought bleakly as he made his way carefully to Vince’s house. Vince was still going on next to him, and although Tony was barely paying attention to the muttering, mumbling, stumbling words, he caught one phrase; Vince was saying something on an unrelated subject, and then looked at Tony and said, “You know, kid, you remind me a lot of myself at your age.” Tony didn’t catch the reason for it; the words themselves gave him a chill. Tony reminded Vince of himself? The drunken mess in the passenger seat was not—at least at that moment—the kind of person that Tony would aspire to be. Vince was wealthy beyond imagining, and he was certainly well-connected on top of it, but he didn’t