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feet by a cross-section of broken blisters.”
    “Yeah, maybe don’t open with that. Save it until after he sees your boobs. Then maybe he’ll be willing to put up with your whining.”
    “I’m now permanently hobbled and you think it’s my whining that’s going to drive them away?”
    “Either that or your cooking.”
    “Okay, you got me there,” she admitted. “I give a mean back rub though.”
    “Hey, babe.”
    Her stomach bottomed out at the sound of the familiar voice. She turned around to see Tomas standing behind her. He wore her favorite green button-down shirt that clung to his muscles when he moved.
    “Hey, yourself. What are you guys doing here?”
    “Patrick’s dating one of the bartenders, so he wanted to come by. Plus I wanted to see if you were really going out tonight or if you were going to bail on Renee and hole up in the house again like a shut-in.”
    She shot him a withering glare, and he flashed a smile, dimple and all. Despite her annoyance, she couldn’t contain her answering grin. Why did he have to be so damned cute?
    “Renee and I were just about to do a shot of tequila.”
    “Where is Renee?”
    Micah whipped her head around to where her friend had been standing, but she was gone. She looked across the bar to where Renee’s intended victim had been and noted that he too was gone. Great.
    “She must have landed him.” She pulled out her phone and whipped off a quick text consisting only of a question mark.
    “You driving?”
    “Nope, took a cab. You?”
    “No, Patrick’s designated.”
    Her phone buzzed. The text from Renee said, Don’t wait up. Micah blew out a sigh. She should be happy—she hadn’t wanted to come out in the first place. Now was her chance to call it a night. But Tomas’s little comment about her being a shut-in had rankled, and she realized she needed to change her outlook on life. Renee had it right. She should live it up. Life was too short to be shy, and she was wasting her youth in the living room watching sitcom reruns.
    She held up two fingers to the bartender and shouted, “Tequila,” over the din.
    “Since when do you do shots?”
    “Since right now.”
    The pretty brunette came over and set the drinks on the bar, her eyes lingering on Tomas for a long moment before she turned away.
    Micah bit back a snarl. “Here’s mud in your eye.” Taking a fortifying breath, she knocked back the golden liquid. Her eyes watered, and she jammed the lemon slice in her mouth, sucking hard. A seed snuck its way down her throat along with the juice, and she choked back a cough. Blinking back tears, she pasted on a smile and croaked, “Smooth.”
    Tomas rolled his eyes. Apparently his had gone down easier than hers. Show off. “What are you doing, babe? You know you’re a lightweight, and this is asking for trouble.”
    She slapped a hand on the bar. “Maybe that’s exactly what I need. A little trouble. I’ve been thinking, and you were right. My life is a total bore. I’m twenty-five years old—I should be out living it up.” A tingly feeling crept over her limbs, and the anxious thoughts blaring in her head seemed to soften to dull whispers. Yup, it was working already. She held up two fingers to the bartender, who responded with a nod.
    “Getting drunk isn’t going to solve your problems.”
    “Nope, but maybe it’ll give me a little false confidence and I can get out there and start meeting people…do something wild and fun. I’m sick of being sweet, predictable Micah. She’s a snoozer.”
    “Wild like what?” He leveled her a stern gaze. “When I said you needed to get out, I didn’t mean do something reckless. I meant socialize, see friends, spend less time at home. I just didn’t want you falling into a funk after the fallout with your family. You’re not some party girl, Mike. That’s not you.”
    “Well it’s going to be. I’m not getting any younger. I don’t want to look back and regret wasting my twenties on the