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said fervently. “I’m totally going to have to make a cupcake along these lines.”
    “I’d buy a dozen of those, Kate,” another girl called out. “Can I have another one of those shots, Evan?”
    “Me too.” Megan blinked in dismay, realizing the request had come from her. She bit her lip, ready to retract her request and then sighed.
    Screw it. It was Ellie’s bachelorette party after all. What could a few drinks hurt?

    “You mean you’ve never tried handcuffs?” Ellie asked, wide-eyed as she leaned forward on the bar stool.
    Megan took another sip of her chocolate martini and then shook her head. Half the girls were out on the floor dancing and just her, Kate and Ellie were gathered around the bar chatting.
    Everything felt kind of light and fluffy right now. She was on her third drink. Or was it fourth? There’d been at least two blow job shots…
    “Never?” Ellie asked again. “Not even when you were with Trevor?”
    Megan shifted on the stool and lowered her gaze, ignoring the pang in her heart. That familiar sense of loss she had when someone brought up Trevor.
    “No, we never did handcuffs.” She tried to sound casual.
    “How about being submissive? That whole being-dominated thing?” Kate asked with a sly smile. “I hear that’s awesome. Either of you ever do it? Give up control to a guy?”
    “Not really my thing.” Ellie wrinkled her nose. “How about you, Meg?”
    “No.” Megan’s mouth curved with amusement. “In fact if anything I tend to be the one in charge. Come on, you know me. I’m a control freak.”
    “Oh my God, you so are.” Kate snorted and her gaze turned impish as she glanced toward the door. “What about with Henry? Does that therapist get your bells a ringing? Maybe fix up more than just your mind?”
    “Ugh, no.” Megan snorted, the alcohol making her a little more honest. “And he’s not my therapist. I see his partner for that. You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep with Henry. He’s just a little too—”
    “Umm, Megan.” Kate’s face turned red and she shook her head.
    “Boring? I don’t know,” Megan went on. “There’s just no chemistry. And I’m still all emotionally wrapped up with Trevor. I should probably just tell Henry, huh?” Megan finally recognized the distress on Kate’s face and how Ellie’s mouth was hanging open. “What? What is it?”
    “You don’t need to tell me. I heard it all fine myself,” a voice clipped from behind her.
    Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit!
    Megan’s eyes rounded as she spun the bar stool around. Yes, Henry was really right behind her. Standing stiffly in his suit and tie, the light in the bar reflecting off his receding brown hairline.
    Her smile felt so tight now, her face nearly split.
    “Well, of all the people I expected to show up at Ellie’s bachelorette party, you’re not exactly at the top of the list,” she tried to joke.
    “No. I suppose not.” His brows drew together in disapproval as he took in the scene. “I’ve been trying to call you, but you haven’t been answering your phone. You never called back about dinner last night. I finally dropped by your house tonight. Fortunately, or unfortunately, your neighbor noticed me and told me where I could find you.”
    “Dinner. Oh, I did forget to call you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry—”
    “Don’t apologize, Megan.” He gave a slight smile. “I don’t suppose it really matters anymore, does it? Seeing that there’s no chemistry and you’re still in love with your ex-fiancé.”
    How did he know that? Or had she just admitted it? This was just weird going on weirder. And her buzz wasn’t helping her at all, because she had the sudden urge to giggle.
    “Listen, how about I give you a call tomorrow,” she said, trying to sound professional. But Henry wasn’t a client, so why couldn’t she just talk to him—
    “No, don’t call.” He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s why I wanted to talk anyway. I think