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apartment hunting, and dance rehearsal with Scott. As her head pounded, she wondered if she could actually die from lack of sleep.
    What was I thinking, drinking so much? She’d known she had a busy day ahead of her, but that didn’t stop her from gin after gin after gin. Damn Scott for not controlling her alcohol intake. And Alex.
    Alex. Flashes of cute, witty, and adorably nervous flipped through her mind, blurred by alcohol. By their dance at end of the night, she’d been so buzzed that she hadn’t fully appreciated the color of his eyes or the sturdiness of his shoulders. He certainly made the night worthwhile , she thought as she dragged herself to the shower.
    Jenna sighed as she stepped under the hot water, bracing herself against the walls, willing her head to stop pounding. When she heard the bathroom door open, she peeked around the shower curtain.
    Scott held out three pills. “Take them,” he ordered. He looked as bad as she felt.
    “You’re an asshole for letting me drink so much,” she barked in her throaty morning voice.
    “You were having fun, God forbid.”
    Based on the intensity of her headache, Jenna was sure she was having a stroke. She gulped the pills with a mouthful of shower water, then picked up the shampoo and squeezed some into her hand. Her self-administered scalp massage made her feel a bit better.
    “Are you trying to cook yourself? It’s about a hundred and fifty degrees in here,” Scott complained.
    “Then get out.”
    “Grumpy.”
    The sound of male peeing inspired Jenna to get moving for her appointment with the realtor. She couldn’t wait to have her own apartment with her own bathroom.
    “Alex was a cutie, huh?” Scott asked.
    Jenna moved out of the stream of water, waiting for him to flush the toilet. “Yeah, he was nice.”
    “What color would you call those eyes?”
    Jenna had imprinted the image of Alex’s eyes in her head and answered right away. “Teal.”
    “Teal. You’re right.”
    Time to distract the gossip queen. “What about you? What happened with the guy from across the room?”
    “I told him I was involved.”
    “Good—”
    “—then I went to his hotel.”
    “Oh,” Jenna said. “What about Dom?”
    “I have a problem keeping myself away from cute boys,” Scott admitted. “I may need therapy.”
    “We all do, Scotty. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You and Dom will have your happily ever after. I just know it.”
    “Fairy tales don’t always happen.”
    “Of course they do.” They had to. Achieving her happily ever after was what got her out of bed some mornings. “There are princes out there for us.”
    “Maybe yours is teal-eyed. Save me some hot water, Princess,” he said as he shut the door behind him.
    Jenna shut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She then dripped her way through the apartment and rummaged through the pile of her clothes on his living room floor. She dug out a pair of clean jeans and a short-sleeve, button-down shirt, applied lip gloss, and tied her hair up into a ponytail. Soon, though, she winced from the pain and released her hair, opting for a soft headband instead.
    The sun peeked into the apartment, and Jenna doubted her alcohol-laden body could handle the brightness. She snagged Scott’s sunglasses off the kitchen counter and grabbed her bag. “See you later,” she yelled through the apartment. “Rehearsal at noon?”
    Scott mumbled something from his bedroom as Jenna locked the apartment door behind her and headed out into the world.
    After stopping for a much-needed cup of coffee, Jenna headed for the subway, en route to Brooklyn and her realtor, Linda, in an attempt to find herself a place of her own. For two hours she stumbled through apartment after apartment with no luck. Somewhere near the Brooklyn Bridge, Jenna’s cell phone rang and Scott’s face glowed at her.
    “What’s up?” Jenna answered, collapsing onto a bench in the busy neighborhood. She looked toward the bridge to