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Molly isn’t good at hiding her feelings. I know she knows something else is running through my head, but I’m not about to let on. I’ve already shared too much for one night. All I feel like doing is getting back to my room and curling into the sheets until I can get an early flight out tomorrow. If Eddie can’t deal with my past, then there’s no reason for me to stay here in Vegas with him.
    “Hey, Gwynn. The hotel reminded me today that your room is being used in the morning for some type of photo shoot so they wanted to make sure it’ll be clear. You are ok with that, right?” Tatum speaks up, then takes a swig of his beer.
    “What? I thought I had the room now that Molly and you... well… can share...” I’m being kicked out?
    “Molly technically only had the room until noon today. When everything with our man over here went south, they let us keep it until tonight, as long as it is vacated by morning to clean for the shoot. Sorry... I guess I forgot to tell you.” He doesn’t look sorry... he looks smug. Like he knows he is throwing me back into the lion’s den. What the hell is with these people and their meddling?
    “Oh... okay. Well thanks for letting me use it while our friend over here got his shit together.” I smile and sip my water. Son of a bitch, it doesn’t look like tonight is going to be fun, after all.
    “Just come back to our room... no biggie, Red. Right?” Eddie’s hand is still on my knee, like he’s afraid to lose contact with me for just one second. Could I have misread him earlier, could he get past the fact that I wanted to die and stay with me?
    “Nope... no biggie at all.” This fake smile is really starting to piss me off. This isn’t me. This isn’t the girl I swore to be, this is the girl I swore off.
    “Excuse me,” I say politely, pushing myself up from the table. I need fresh air, and maybe a cab to take me back to get my things.
    Walking out through the lobby of the restaurant, I hear her footsteps behind me, but don’t stop until I get outside. Of course she would follow me. I get outside and take a deep breath. I can do this. I’m Gwynnie the fucking GREAT. I shouldn’t be let down because of one man’s feelings of me.
    “Mind to tell me what has you all out of sorts tonight?” she asks as she leans against the banister. Her naturally wavy red hair is pulled up into a beautiful twist, with one calla lily pinned to the side. She is beautiful, but she doesn’t know how to mind her own business.
    “Nothin’s wrong,” I answer and lean down on the banister by her. The view here is beautiful at night, with all of the city lights shining and blinking.
    “Sure. Okay.” She doesn’t say anything else, and for ten minutes we stand there in silence, every minute making me more and more anxious.
    It’s not my fault he was put off by my feelings from my PAST. No, I don’t still feel that way, but just his reaction to me told me he was sickened by the fact that someone would even think that. I hate it when people judge other people, and that’s just what he is doing. He doesn’t know half of my life story, but he is sitting there sickened by my one statement of what happened in the past. Fuck that. Mister ‘I had a great life’ isn’t allowed to judge anyone else. He doesn’t know how it feels to feel like the failure of the family.
    “He’s so annoying!” I grumble, forgetting that she’s still standing there. Instead of answering me she just nods her head and keeps her gaze on the Vegas skyline, grinning that famous grin that I’m getting used to seeing on her.
    “I mean, he judge’s people off the bat, no questions, no explanations... it’s so FRUSTRATING! I thought we had something! And just like that, he shows me how unapologetic and uncaring he can be!” It may have just started spilling out of me, and I may be as far from the truth as I really believe, but it’s out there now.
    “Who are you talking about?” She looks over at