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skin was tinged gray, and her hair was thin and limp. Her eyes looked like red stained glass, and I was pretty sure her weight loss regimen went right up her nose.
    “And it’s the crazy bitch who isn’t fucking him,” Daisy countered, picking up her beer. I wanted to cheer. “What are you doing here?”
    “Having lunch, of course.” Ashley eyed Daisy like she was the crazy one. “Which you should skip.” She looked up at her friend and they both laughed. All the color drained from Daisy’s face. She was really sensitive about her weight, she’d gained a lot since she came home. I always thought she looked great, but her mother was always giving her shit about it. When she was ready, she’d do something about it if she wanted to.
    That was it. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer. “Listen, bitch, people talk around here. And word on the street is you’re fucking nuts. If you’re trying to look make Daisy look bad to get Cam back, it’s not going to work. He doesn’t fucking want you.”
    So this is what bad decisions looked like when they happened to other people. What an eye opener.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Ashley’s friend moved toward me just enough that I knew she meant to threaten me.
    Good try, bitch. Daisy might be new at this, but I had way too much experience with girls just like Ashley and this chick. “Who the fuck are you?” I countered.
    “Is everything okay over here?” My good luck streak wasn’t totally broken, my friend Derek was bartending today, and he came over to see what the hell was going on. Derek had been my neighbor for a while, and we’d flirted a lot, but I always had some other guy around and nothing ever happened with him.
    “Hi, Derek.” God, was I happy to see him right now. “Our friends came over to say hello, and they’re going to pay their tab and go, right girls?”
    Ashley had to get in a couple more empty, insane jabs at Daisy before tossing money up in the air and letting it float down to the floor around her.
    Derek brought us another round without even asking.
    Daisy looked up the ceiling. “Oh my God, I can’t wait for that frigging paperwork to get signed. How did Cam put up with her?”
    “She’s like stage five psycho.” And I knew psycho. “Learn when to take a fucking hint, you know? Dude left the state to get away from her.”
    Once we realized where Ashley was headed, we paid our tab the way that civilized people do and rushed across the street to The Lonely Heart Saloon.
    I knew we were too late. Ashley was already in Cam’s office when we got there, sobbing hysterically, begging him to take her back. She lunged at Daisy when we came in the office. I grabbed her arm, hoping it actually snapped. “If you touch her, I’ll kill you,” I warned her. Daisy was trying to play it cool, but that didn’t mean both of us had to.
    “Girls, enough!” Cam yelled. “Ashley, get the fuck out of here. Now! The next time you set foot in here, I’ll call the police.”
    “So what,” she slurred as she tried to pull away from me. I closed my grip tighter. “I don’t care about the police.” The argument escalated, and I let her fall away from me, stumbling, when she bared her teeth and growled at Cam. If she bit me, I’d probably need to get a shot.
    Cam dropped his forehead to the top of Daisy’s head once Ashley stormed out. This was only the second time I’d met Cam in person. The first time was the night Daisy met him on her birthday, and I was drunk and fangirly. I’d followed his career, so he seemed so familiar to me, but actually knowing him was totally different. Daisy was really happy, but I hadn’t made up my mind about him yet.
    This whole thing made my battle scars throb. “This is why I’m never getting married.” I declared as I sat in front of Cam’s desk.
    “Oh, bullshit.” Daisy laughed. “Like if things got serious with that Head Start guy, you’d say no if he asked you. I don’t believe that for a