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“Long, wavy auburn hair. Fair skin with bright green eyes. She’s short, but curvy. She kind of looks like she stepped out of the seventies—she has a boho-chic vibe about her, like Stevie Nicks back in the day, but even hotter.”

I scanned the room, but no one came close to that description. “Sorry, I don’t see her.”

The woman sighed. “Let me send a picture. If it’s dark in there, you might not realize her hair is auburn. Hang on. I’ll shoot it to her phone. I’m always yelling at her for not having a password, but this time it’s working for us.”

A few seconds later, the cell in my hand chimed. I opened the message, and a photo popped up. At the risk of sounding like a complete puss, my heart skipped a beat. The woman was gorgeous, but it was more than that. Her head was thrown back in laughter, and…I had the craziest urge to find out what it sounded like.

“Wow,” I said. But I was still staring at the picture on the phone, not holding it up to my ear. I’d completely forgotten I was on the phone with anyone. Until I heard Mia’s voice in the distance.

“Hello? Owen, are you still there?”

“Shit.” I raised the phone to my ear. “Sorry. It took a minute for the photo to open.”

“Oh, okay. I figured you were busy drooling. That’s what men tend to do when they see Devyn.”

I frowned.Great.

I shook the ridiculous jealous thoughts from my head and scanned the room again. “I’m going to take a lap around the bar, see if I can get a better look.”

Squeezing through the leftover happy hour crowd that was now feelingreallyfreaking happy, I circled the bar. I was just about to give up and tell Mia I’d leave her friend’s phone with the bartender, when I spotted the woman in the photo.

And it happened again.A second skip of the heart.Though, this time I realized it was probably just because I’d had too much coffee today. Caffeine can cause palpitations. My heart wasnotgoing pitter-patter over a glimpse of some random woman. Lately that didn’t even happen when one invited me home with her.

I wedged my way through a group of hipsters drinking Moscow mules out of copper mugs to get a better look at the guy she was talking to.

Shit.Evan Cooper—otherwise known in my circle of friends asMcLoser.The guy was a complete jerk-off.

“Anything?” Mia asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I think I found her.”

“Oh, that’s great!”

“But…she’s kind of getting cozy with this guy I’m not a fan of.”

“Ugh. Let me guess. He’s good-looking, but a womanizer. Probably looks like a movie star or rocker or something?”

“How did you know that?”

“Because my friend is amazing, but she has crap taste in men.”

“This dude is good-looking, even I can admit that. He could pass for Jared Leto’s brother. But he’s completely full of shit. Tells women he owns a string of fast-food restaurants when he really works at McDonald’s.”

Mia sighed through the phone. “Yep, that sounds about right.”

“You want to stay on the phone while I walk over and hand it to her?”

“That would be great. Thanks a lot, Owen.”

“Alright, hang on.”

I made my way toward the corner where McLoser and Devyn were huddled, but stopped short when Devyn threw a drink in his face. McLoser put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little nudge, and I pushed my way through the rest of the people to get to them.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled.

McLoser raised his hands into the air. “This bitch just threw a drink at me.”

“Yeah, and I saw you push her. You don’t fucking touch a woman. I don’t care if she spits in your face.”

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