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the death sticks women called high heels to face Bigfoot the talking wall.
    Pointing an accusing finger at him, I snapped, “You liar!”
    His head snapped back, making me notice for the first time that the dude had dark hair down to his shoulders, a lot like I imagined the infamous sasquatch would probably have. I couldn’t be sure due to the fact that he was really blurry and possibly wiggling like a worm, but he seemed to look confused.
    “Liar?” he asked as he put his fists on his hips.
    Jabbing my finger back in his direction, I let him have it. “Yeah, you said you couldn’t read my mind, but I never told you my name, so you’re a big-footed, super hairy liar!”
    “Angel, are you telling me that you’re so shitfaced you don’t recognize who the hell I am?”
    Rolling my eyes in frustration at the sasquatch wall that just wouldn’t seem to leave me the hell alone, I tried to ignore the spinning room and make that tricky three point turn to head back toward the main room of the club so I could dance to my jam.
    I didn’t make it very far before a hand on my arm pulled me back until the sasquatch dude was so close I could feel the heat from his body.
    “Snap out of it, babe. It’s me, Lucas.”
    The words didn’t compute to me. There was no way the talking wall that was Bigfoot with psychic abilities could be my Lucas. I hadn’t seen him in five years! This was totally my mind messing with me because I had tried to come down to Miami to get laid to wipe away the memory of him. There was no way fate could be that mean to bring the very person I was trying to forget to the same exact place I was using to attempt to forget him.
    The banging beat of my song picked up in front of me, giving me renewed determination to make it to the dancefloor for one last dance.
    Pulling forward, trying to shake the hand off my arm, I slurred back to him, “No … You can’t be h—”
    Shaking me by the arms in aggravation, he snapped, “If you weren’t so wasted, you would know damn well that I am Lucas.”
    “You didn’t have to break my heart! ” I belted out, joining the song. And how appropriate was that line for this moment?
    The hell with it. Even though wannabe Lucas slash Bigfoot still had me in his iron tight grip, I started swaying the rest of my body from side to side in time to the beat. I wasn’t going to let this jerk ruin my moment.
    “Jesus, Ginny, keep it the fuck down.”
    Ignoring him, I belted out the next line, “Pretending to love me through the night and then leaving in the morning.”
    “Are you serious right now?” his low voice ground out.
    “I’ll be strong enough not to need your love! But you left me with all these scars that I hate so much.”
    I was spun in a fast circle, almost twisting my uncooperative ankles in the process. That didn’t stop me from looking the lying, wiggling sasquatch right in the face and wailing, “ You didn’t have to hurt me so!”
    While Bigfoot was still blurry, I could make out enough of his features to watch him as he sucked his bottom lip in annoyance then gritted out between clenched teeth, “Gin, babe, as happy as I am to fuckin’ see you, if you don’t pipe down, I’m gonna have to take drastic measures.”
    I snorted a laugh. I wasn’t afraid of this guy. In the back of my mind, a small part of logic told me I probably should be, but apparently, enough alcohol could shut logic up in a jiffy.
    Still halfway lost in the moment of my song, not caring about the giant douchebag in front of me, I raised my arms above my head, dislodging his hands, and started dancing as I sang the next line. “ But I guess I’m just a thing you think you can use and then toss without a warning.”
    Bigfoot tipped his head back to the ceiling for a moment, as if he were praying for patience, and I just kept dancing with a big smile on my face.
    “ Just take your shit and go —HEY!”
    My words were cut off and the breath was forced from my lungs as, all of a