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to drink like that. My entire bedroom was spinning, and I was still dressed in my clothes from the night before. I’d managed to brush my teeth when I got home but felt like I could barf again any second. I threw my white down pillow over my face. I couldn’t get up. I had to go back to sleep. Please God, let me fall asleep and wake up when this pain is over. Suddenly, my bedroom door flew open.
    “You still in bed? Get up, girl,” a way too perky voice called out.
    I groaned and moved the pillow off my face. I totally forgot I was supposed to finish working on the town’s Christmas program sets today. “Sabrina, I just need a minute.”
    She narrowed her eyes at me. I was convinced Sabrina rolled out of bed beautiful. Her mocha skin always looked fresh and clean, like she was the morning dew itself. Her hazel eyes never dulled and don’t even get me started on her hair. “I got your email.”
    Crap, I’d forgotten I sent that little gem out to everyone. “I can’t take any more set-ups from hell.”
    She flicked my dress. “Looks like you had a good night.” I tried not to smile, but a huge grin popped out anyway. “Oh my God, you totally got laid. That’s why you’re still dressed! You did the ‘got laid parade’ back home last night, didn’t you?”
    “No such luck.”
    “Well, it looks like you had a better night than I had. Matt and I binge watched some prison show. I’ve got serious Netflix neck.” She rubbed her neck a little.
    Matt and Sabrina were newlyweds. They’d met while Matt was playing Triple-A baseball, and somehow he’d convinced her to move to McAdenville, which was a stretch for the New York City girl. But I was so glad he did. Sabrina taught at the same school I did, and she was one of my closest friends. Matt now sold real estate in McAdenville, and they were the cutest couple I’d ever seen. They actually made me believe love still existed.
    “Give me the goods,” she ordered, settling into my fluffy bed. “Why are you still dressed and looking like something the cat sucked on if there was no pre-dawn walk of shame?”
    “There was this guy.”
    “OOH, a guy.”
    “Shut up,” I said, laughing. “We flirted and drank all night, and he was so hot and sweet and. . . .”
    “You are totally gushing over a boy. I can’t believe it.”
    “I am not,” I protested, but I knew I was. “I don’t even know his name.”
    “Why not?”
    “I threw up before we got that far.”
    Sabrina fell back on my bed laughing. “You did not.”
    I hid my head back under my pillow. “I did.”
    “Girl, you are hopeless,” she said, still laughing. “How hot was he?”
    I came out from hiding. “Pretty damn hot.”
    “As in you’d shave for him? That hot?”
    “As in I’d wax for him.”
    Sabrina started to fan herself, and I got up and headed to my bathroom, looking for some aspirin. “We’ve got to find this wax-worthy gentleman,” Sabrina called out.
    “That would be a miracle.” I popped two aspirin and blindly reached for my birth control pill. Maybe one day soon I’d be in a committed, monogamous, STD-free relationship, and it would finally be useful for something other than regulating my stupid cycle?
    “Well, it is Christmas. You could go sit on Santa’s lap and ask him to bring you the wax-worthy hunk.”
    “Very funny,” I said, sticking my head out the bathroom door.
    “Still, how ridiculously amazing would it be if you ran into him again?”

CHAPTER THREE
    DREW
    “Drew!” my mother screamed up the stairs of Nana’s house. There must be a class attended by mothers everywhere that taught the fine art of yelling. “Dinner!”
    I yawned and sat up on the bed in Nana’s spare bedroom, a bed that I’d built years ago. I swear, every piece of furniture in this house was crafted by me or my grandfather. She was my biggest supporter besides Pop. He’d taught me everything I knew about carpentry. When he died, Nana and I took it the hardest. Once I made the