Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Aimee Brown

Author:Aimee Brown [Brown, Aimee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boldwood Books

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BERKLEY

‘Finally,’ Bianca says when Alex and I walk into Sing! ‘I thought you were never coming.’

‘That makes two of us,’ I say, irritation dripping from my tone as Alex makes his way across the bar to where Gunner is sitting.

‘What took you so long?’

‘Alex wanted to give me a birthday “gift” since I seem stressed lately.’ I drop my purse onto the table they’ve claimed. Balloon bouquets are placed along the center of the table, the number 25 in silver mylar balloons and lavender and periwinkle plain ones as fillers. My and Bianca’s favorite colors.

Bianca scrunches her face. ‘Seriously?’

‘Yep, but I give up. He just cannot figure it out, and it takes forever until finally I fake it and disappear to the bathroom for a quick “shower”.’

Bianca blows out a breath, glancing across the bar to where Alex is now laughing at something with Gunner, Bryce and Cole. ‘Does he know he’s bad at it or—’

‘Or.’ I cut her off. ‘Definitely or. I mean, how do you have that conversation?’

‘You don’t, you just dump him for good,’ she says like it’s no big deal. ‘Your mid-twenties are no time to settle for mediocre. This might be the best you ever look.’

‘Um, what?’

She smirks. ‘You should be having the best sex of your life at this age. You should want him. Your clothes should be throwing themselves off. Find the guy who does that for you.’

I let out the heaviest sigh in all of history. ‘What if you only get one of those guys in a lifetime, and mine was an idiot?’

She glances over with a frown. ‘Crap. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.’

I wave a hand like it’s not a big deal. ‘Forget I asked. That was one of those questions no one else was actually meant to hear. I don’t want to talk about it. Or him. Let’s just get hammered,’ I joke. Mostly.

The group of us do a round of shots. Bianca and I do two because it’s our birthday, and those are the rules.

Thirty minutes later, the tequila has successfully annihilated my inhibitions, and Bianca and I are on stage, belting out a rather terrible version of ‘I Will Survive’.

Midway through the song, it happens. The front door of the bar opens and my ‘idiot’ walks in. I stop singing mid-word, but Bianca keeps going. Music dances around the room until my mic drops to the floor with a thud that blasts through the speakers, startling the whole room.

Suddenly I’m in Medusa’s gaze, and Bianca follows my line of sight. He’s got everyone’s attention like a spotlight from heaven is shining down onto him, but his eyes are on me.

‘Holy Moses and burning bush,’ Olivia states.

He walks in slowly, his hands shoved into his jean pockets, glancing around nervously. Nervously? He’s Prince Willy of PDX Royals. I’ve never seen him nervous a day in his life.

Bianca steps off the stage, but I’m frozen as I try to figure out what the hell to do. Do I run? Hide? Cry? Homicide? Hug him? Ugh, my emotions are all over the place.

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