fact that my name isnât Genevieve and I donât wear thongs?â
He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off by pressing her index finger to his lips. âItâs because Iâm a normal person with a normal job and a normal life and youâre, like, some indolent rich guy who looks like he should have a British accent and a vast estate in Provence.â
His lips twitched. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
âYouâre also clearly bored out of your mind.â
âI assure you, Iâm not bored right now.â
âNo, I mean in general.
Ennui
: You have it.â She gave up searching for her shoe as she sank back in her seat and crossed her legs. âSo donât waste the whole night buying me drinks and being agreeable.
Do
something with me.â Her voice held a note of rebellion she hardly recognized. âI dare you. Do something with me that youâve never done with anyone else.â
He gave her a look she couldnât quite decipher. âIâve done a lot of things with a lot of women.â
âIâm sure you have. Hence the ennui.â She circled the crystal of his disintegrating watch with her index finger. This time, he didnât pull away. âGet creative. As long as we donât end up in a cop car or the emergency room, Iâm game.â
An obviously drunk guy wearing a white baseball cap and the desperate miasma of an over-the-hill frat boy descended upon them.
âJaaake,â he slurred. âJake, my man, Jake Sorensen.â
Jake acknowledged him with a nod and a tight half smile. âHow are you, Buddy?â
Buddy turned to Brighton with a leer. âWhoâs your lady of the evening?â
Her champagne buzz evaporated as she assembled all her social defenses. âBrighton Smith.â She tried to appear sober as she offered a handshake.
Buddy blinked at her with bleary eyes. âThatâs a weird name.â
She and Jake exchanged a look. âSo Iâve been told.â
âYou look like youâre all business, honey.â Buddyâs breath smelled like the floor of a tavern. âAre you hooking up with this guy or taking a deposition?â
âGood seeing you, Buddy.â Jake got to his feet and offered his hand to Brighton. âWeâre on our way out.â
âI bet you are.â Buddy practically fell over in his attempt to convey
wink-wink-nudge-nudge
solidarity. He recovered his balance, then warned Brighton, âDonât get attached.â
Brighton gave him a flat, cold stare.
âThis guy isnât relationship material.â Buddy slung one arm around Jakeâs shoulder. âYou and me, man. Weâre alike.â
Jake had to use both hands to extricate himself from the man-hug. âSee you later.â
âWeâre both
wounded
.â Buddy grabbed Jakeâs shirtfront. âNo one understands us.â
Brighton stifled a laugh. Jake looked appalled.
As Buddy rambled on, Brighton collected her bag and lost shoe. Jake finally escaped the existential frat boyâs clutches and hustled her out of the bar. âSorry about that.â
âNo need to apologize.â Brighton couldnât help laughing at his obvious horror. âI understand. You secretly wounded man-whores have to stick together.â
He scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand. âBuddy and I are not the same.â
âWell, obviously not. Youâre way better looking.â
âThatâs true.â
The note of challenge crept back into her voice. âBack to what I was saying. Defend your title as âdesignated rebound guy.â What are you going to do for a type A corporate drone whose trusty, dependable fiancé just married some stranger with no warning?â
Jake looked at Brighton. Brighton looked at Jake.
âLetâs get married,â he suggested in the same tone he might use to ask if she wanted to grab
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