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highlighted hair when I walked in. “I was on the beach like, every day for the past two weeks.”
    “Lucky you,” I smirked. “And here I was fixing the ice machine on my own because our repair guys went on vacation, too.”
    “Oh, shut up, I know Liam fixed it for you,” Riley snorted, fluffing her hair in the mirror behind the bar. It was true – I tried for days to fix the ice machine but the second Liam caught onto my trouble, he went back there, shed his hoodie and got to work. He was in one of his simple white T-shirts and had just come all showered from the gym but he got quickly hot and sweaty again, prompting all the girls in my staff to gather round, watching and drooling without shame. I couldn’t blame them. I was among them – I was just great at disguising my ogling. “So. How have you been enjoying our favorite bad boy, Liam?” Riley cocked a sharp eyebrow at me through the mirror. My heart stopped for a second.
    “What do you mean?”
    “A month into living with him and you haven’t killed each other yet. I’m shocked.”
    “Oh.” My shoulders relaxed. “Well, we’ve always gotten along.”
    “Yeah, but I figured you’d get sick of hearing him fuck bimbos every night and I figured he’d get sick of just… having you there.”
    “How nice of you to say.”
    “What? He’s hot and single, you’re weepy and heartbroken. Who wouldn’t imagine that you’d be a total buzzkill?” Riley grinned. I snorted, rounding the bar to polish the wine glasses that had just come out of the kitchen.
    “I’m thoroughly over Ethan, but you can assume whatever you want.”
    “Oh, Sash, don’t get so defensive. We’re all here for you, sweetie, we get it. Ethan was your first love and your first everything. It’s gonna take awhile for you to get over him and all that… wild, rowdy missionary sex.” She could barely finish the sentence before bursting out laughing. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. You should never tell me about your sex life ever again. I’m just not to be trusted.”
    I smiled and acted good-natured about it to hide the fact that I was sweating over my sex life as of last night. Once boring, it had become quickly hotter than hell. “Alright. Very funny,” I said, offering a grin. Any other day, I would’ve been at least a little salty about the remark, but I’d just made up for years of bad sex with Ethan in barely twelve hours with Liam, so suddenly, I didn’t care. And I could tell I wasn’t giving Riley the huffy, embarrassed reaction she was hoping for because she suddenly put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at me.
    “Something’s different,” she said, her disappointment tinged with curiosity. I paused in the middle of racking a glass.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You usually get all pouty and wounded when I talk about your shitty sex life.”
    “I guess I’m growing up?”
    “Doubtful. I think you’re fucking someone,” Riley said, her eyes getting wider and wider. There was no way she knew but my heart was already beating faster as the wheels turned in her head. “Oh God, no, that would be so wrong,” she muttered, clasping a hand to her mouth. “Sasha.” She stared at me, eyes so wide I thought they might pop out of her head. “You’re fucking that chubster who delivers the napkins!”
    I let out the breath I was holding. Never had I been so relieved to be accused of sleeping with some random guy. “Riley, I… no. I’m not sleeping with him. Or anyone.” It wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t had sex with Liam. Not yet.
    “Oh my God, yes you are! I watch you two flirt all the time! You were just too embarrassed to hook up till I was out of town!” Riley gasped, bouncing on her heels with her signature over-the-top excitement. “Oh my God, Sash. That is so cute. Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. A lot of girls like big bellies. I mean, Trav’s getting a bit of a beer gut,” Riley stuck out her tongue as she spoke of her husband. “But I