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off my lips.
    Cameron got up and stormed away from the table. Jeremy dropped his head back as we all stared at him. “I’m getting really sick of his shit,” he muttered. “I mean, fuck! He’s banging some chick from his apartment complex.”
    Kate laid her hand on Jeremy’s. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. You are exactly what I want for him, but Cameron has demons.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m not going to exorcise them for him.” Jeremy turned to face me, and I smiled. “Toni, I…”
    “Go after him,” I encouraged.
    “I’m so sick of this shit,” he said under his breath.
    I bumped my shoulder against his. “I know, but he’s under your skin. Don’t go for him, go for you.”
    Jeremy stood and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Pixie. Happy birthday,” he whispered.
    Kate was fading fast. She worked twelve-hour shifts and still came out to celebrate my birthday. It was no wonder why I loved these people. “You, too. Go home,” I demanded.
    “No. I can…” She yawned. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. I’m sure. Thanks for coming, but I want you to go home and sleep,” I reassured her.
    “Where did you park?” Reed asked. He was back in protector mode.
    “I, uh, walked?” Kate winced when Reed and Aiden both looked at her, shocked.
    Reed stood instantly. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be walking alone at night.”
    “I’d argue with you, but I’m tired. I’d love a ride home. Thank you.”
    Becca turned to me with her concerned look. Dammit, I did not dodge talking about Miguel with Jeremy only to have to go through it with Becca. She was around in the beginning when I still cried over problems with Miguel, so she knew more about it than anyone else. I didn’t want her concern or her pity. I only wanted to drink this night away.
    I waved at the bartender, who incidentally looked like sex on legs, and pretended to know him. I then turned to Becca and Aiden again, prepared to lie my ass off. “Hey, guys, I see a friend at the bar. Why don’t the two of you go ahead and go? It’s loud in here. That can’t be good for the baby.”
    Aiden seemed determined to stay with me. His need to protect Becca extended to everyone she cared about. As a result, he’d become like a big brother to me. But I knew the second I mentioned the baby, he would relent and take Becca home.
    “Call if you need a ride,” he insisted.
    “Promise,” I said, even though I had no intention of calling him back out.
    Becca’s lip quivered. “But it’s your birthday. I suck. I’m a horrible friend.” Her moods were unpredictable since she’d gotten pregnant. It was also getting late, which made her more likely be tired and ready to cry.
    “You don’t suck. Now go home and rest so my nephew doesn’t have to hear this awful music,” I demanded. Seriously, why did anyone like music made after 2000? Becca hugged me tight until Aiden interceded and practically dragged her out of the bar.
    It felt weird sitting at the large table alone, so I moved to the bar. I sat at the end and scrolled through my phone while I waited to order a drink. I had several missed calls from Miguel and even more text messages. I shoved my phone back in my pocket. I wasn’t in the mood for his excuses.
    I looked up and landed on a curious pair of gray eyes.
    “Tequila, right?”
    My voice disappeared. I nodded, and he placed a shot in front of me with a wedge of lime. I reached for my card, and he waved me away.
    “Your boyfriend told me it was your birthday,” he said. He knew I was legal because the bouncer checks everyone’s ID at the door.
    My brows furrowed in confusion, and I looked around me, trying to figure out who he thought I was with. “What boyfriend?” I asked when I didn’t see anyone standing too close to me.
    “The guy buying your drinks earlier,” he reminded me.
    I was used to being around our friends who would never assume Jeremy and I were together. I smirked, thinking about how we probably did look like we