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still didn’t look at me.
    “Oh,” I said stupidly. “You never said anything.”
    “And why would I say something?” she asked and finally met my eyes. She gave me a look that told me I should have known better than to say what I said. “You had two serious girlfriends and one of those girlfriends happened to be my boss and she had a boyfriend. You’re right. I should have totally spoken up.”
    She put her phone down and got up from the table. As she walked towards the powder room by the door, she turned and walked backwards and with a smirk said “And because guys like you totally dig girls like me.” Before she went into the bathroom I saw her smirk turn into a frown.
    I sat there staring at the rest of my potato in a stunned silence. Lily wasn’t the first woman to be attracted to me, obviously, but at the moment she seemed the most significant. I was sure that I was rarely on my best behavior when I was inside SHOTZ . My relationship with Emmy was as volatile as it was passionate. How many times had she witnessed me being a possessive and controlling dick to Emmy? How many times had she witnessed me say distasteful things to Mayson? Probably more times than not. The fact that she liked me – or whatever it was – after witnessing me at some of my worst moments was indeed significant, but I didn’t know what to do with the information. I was very much in pain over losing Emmy and as cliché as it may be, I couldn’t imagine ever loving someone else again.
    Then there was the obvious, what Lily herself had pointed out. Guys like me don’t typically ‘dig’ girls like Lily. I was very well aware of my tolerances, good and bad, and I wasn’t sure if I would be the guy that could look past her appearance.
    The bathroom door opened and Lily walked out yawning.
    “Are you done?” she asked as she reached in front of me to take my plate.
    “Yes. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome. Take your aspirin and finish your drink,” she said and ca rried the plate into the kitchen.
    “Thanks, Mom,” I said.
    “Oh. Was that a joke?” she called.
    I swallowed the aspirin with the rest of my drink as she had commanded. I got up and carried the empty bottle to the kitchen where Lily was washing the plate and fork I had used.
    “I am capable of humor,” I said.
    “I don’t think vomiting on my sneakers and showing me your dick is humo rous,” she said dryly. Her eyes grew large as did the smile on her face. “Actually, the second part was humorous.”
    “Is that some kind of jab at my manhood?” I asked.
    She gave a noncommittal shrug as she dried her hands on a dishtowel.
    “Wow,” I said as I followed her back into the dining room. “I thought I was the asshole.”
    “I never claimed I wasn’t an asshole,” she said as she plucked her phone off of the table.
    I followed her into the living room and said “I don’t think you’re capable of being an as shole.”
    Her smile faded almost completely. “I guess it’s a good thing you really don’t know me,” she said quietly. Before I could comment, she spoke again. “How are you feeling?”
    I raked my fingers through my still damp hair. “Physically or emotionally?”
    “Well…both really. Emotional pain can be physically painful,” she said and for a few seconds her eyes were focused on some point in her past. “How are your hangover symptoms?”
    “I think once I lay down I’ll be fine.”
    “Your drug craving?”
    She didn’t even blink while asking. It didn’t seem to faze her, which made it easier for me to discuss.
    “Not as strong as it was an hour ago,” I said with a sigh. “But it’s still there.”
    “It will always be there,” she said softly. “You’ll just have to find ways of pretending it’s not. I’m not even going to ask about the emotional stuff. It’s going to hurt for a very long time.”
    “Was that supposed to make me feel better?” I frowned.
    “No, but I’m not going to bullshit you about it. I’m