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sleeping with the lead singer. It made things uncomfortable between us, so I quit the band. Then they went and got all famous. Figures, right?”
    “Ah.” He took a sip of his drink. Whiskey, from the smell of it. My mouth watered. “That sucks.”
    “I don’t know why I’m even here. I guess I thought I’d try to patch things up with them, but it’s clear they don’t want anything to do with me.” I shrugged. “Not that I can blame them.”
    “That’s why I’m here, too.” He tilted his head toward where the band was sitting. “That girl sitting with Hector? I asked her to marry me a few hours ago.”
    “No shit?” I turned and checked her out. Oh, yes, the blonde I’d seen earlier. Who was now practically in Hector’s lap. “Guess she said no.”
    “Yep.” Andy downed the last of his whiskey and slammed the glass down. “I thought I’d get some closure by coming to the party and telling Tara I wanted to be friends.” He gave a cynical laugh and shook his head. “That was a mistake.”
    It was probably a sign of how fucked up a person I was, but seeing Andy hurting like that made me like him even more. His bitter sadness made him all that more sexy in my eyes, maybe because I could relate to it so well. The poor guy had just gotten his heart broken, and I decided right then that I wanted to ease his pain for the night—and ease mine at the same time. Maybe we could both make each other forget for at least a few hours.
    I lightly trailed a finger down his forearm. “We should get out of here.”
    “What, right now?” He blinked at me. “Where would we go?”
    “We could get something to eat or…” Shit, this was probably another bad decision, and I wasn’t even drunk this time. But what the hell. I was so good at making bad decisions. “You have a hotel room?”
    “I do, but…” He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting my gaze. “Becca, you’re incredibly sexy and going somewhere with you sounds…well, really damn tempting. But today I got dumped by my girlfriend, who seems to be screwing the guy I thought she was just friends with for the past year. I don’t think I’m ready to take anyone back to my hotel room at the moment.”
    “Somewhere else, then. You pick.” I glanced over at the band’s booth again—‘cause I liked pain or something—and my throat clenched up seeing them all laughing together. “We can get something to eat or whatever. I don’t care. If I stay here any longer, I’ll lose my damn mind.”
    “I’m not sure…”
    “She keeps looking at you.”
    His head jerked toward the blonde. “Probably checking to see if I’m over here sobbing into my drink and—” Andy stopped midsentence when his ex started kissing Hector. He frowned and looked away, and the misery on his face nearly broke my little black heart.
    I leaned toward him and didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped down to my cleavage. “We should show them we’re both okay. No, that we’re even
better
without them.”
    He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and in that look I knew that every bit of self-doubt, guilt and regret I felt—he felt it, too. “How?”
    I hopped off my stool and moved closer, sliding my hands up his shirt. “Like this.”
    The kiss caught him by surprise. I teased at his mouth with my lips, and at first I worried he would pull away. But after a second of hesitation, he relaxed and opened for me with a soft groan. His tongue slowly slid against mine, sending a rush of warmth between my legs.
    Damn, Andy was a good kisser. Maybe I should go for preppy guys more often.
    I pulled back to study his face, to make sure he was okay with this. If he wasn’t interested, I sure as hell wasn’t going to take advantage of him. Though judging from the way he kissed and the way his fingers dug into my hips, that wasn’t a problem.
    “That was…unexpected,” he said, his voice husky.
    “In a bad way or a good way?”
    “Good. Definitely good.”
    “Want to do it