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This wasn’t like Jensen, who hadn’t known Emery when she dated Landon. I’d been there with them through everything. I knew the good, the bad, and the ugly. Emery and I had spent hours lamenting over our love lives.

There was no way in hell that I should be interested in Landon. I wouldn’t allow it. I promised myself that I wouldn’t look in his direction again. No way, no how.

And, when Brandon McCain moseyed back over to talk to me, I let him hit on me and told myself I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it.

Chapter Four

Heidi

“Well, I’d call this a success,” Emery said a few hours later with a yawn.

“A rousing success,” I agreed.

“Way better than the five-year reunion.”

“Yeah. This time, they let me have it at a bar. People are way better when they’re drunk.”

“True. Also, people have actually changed…sort of…since then. Everyone had just graduated college at the five-year.”

“Or they were on their second kid,” I reminded her.

Emery laughed. “Or that.”

“I’m glad you came. You’re going back with Jensen now, right?”

Emery gave me a sheepish look. “Don’t act like you know me.”

“Of course I know you. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten, and now, we live together!”

I pulled my bestie in for a hug, and we swayed back and forth in a tipsy sort of slow dance.

“You’re the best,” Emery said.

“You’re the bestest.”

“Sorry to break up the romantic moment,” Jensen said with an amused grin, “but I don’t think we can go home until we get Landon safely back to Austin’s.”

Emery groaned. “But I’m so tired! I want to go home.”

“As do I, but if you haven’t noticed, he’s totally fucked up.”

I nodded my head. I had definitely noticed even though I was trying not to. Though people had slowly been leaving the place, most of the football players were still being rowdy in the back. Landon, who had never been the type, had even started to join in with their antics. It made me cringe. He must really be going through something to allow himself to be this far gone.

Emery yawned long and dramatically, as if to say, Please, dear God, let us go now.

I laughed at her.

“I’ll make sure he gets into a cab. I have to be here until bar close to settle up with Peter anyway. I won’t let Landon do anything stupid,” I told Jensen.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He got that look in his eye, like he was the older brother and had to guarantee the safety of all of his siblings. It was adorable.

“Yep. No worries. We have cabs coming at closing to get people. I’ll make the football players carry him into one. No big,” I told him.

Emery arched an eyebrow, and we had a silent conversation.

You’re going to help Landon into a cab, huh?

Yeah. So?

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