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release her and give my boys a sly grin. Crisis averted. I told them about running into Ashlynn this morning, and they agreed they’d make sure we’d be going home alone tonight so I can try and smooth things over with her tomorrow.
    Finally, the girls leave, so we head over to the bar and each grab a beer before heading upstairs to the pool area. We spend the next hour playing pool with a couple of guys we’ve partied with a few times while here vacationing.
    The entire time, I have Ashlynn on my mind. I don’t know where she is tonight, but all I can think about is her and the guy from the beach this morning. I take out my frustrations on the pool balls. Every time it’s my turn to break, I imagine I’m smashing the tip of my pool stick into his face.
    First thing tomorrow, I’m heading next door, and I don’t care what I have to do; I’m finding a way to fix this. It should be me out with her, not that dipwad.

I’VE TRIED ALL DAY TO enjoy myself, but I can’t get out of this funk I’m in. We just left the fireworks show down at the boardwalk, and the entire time, I kept thinking about how I’d rather be lying with Chase watching them, rather than Liam. Liam is sweet and extremely good looking, so one would think he’d be able to easily distract my thoughts, but no such luck.
    Now we’re all hanging out at Broadway Louie’s. We went to the night club here two nights ago, but tonight we just felt like hanging out and playing games. It’s like a bar with an arcade, so you can eat, drink, and play games to pass the time. Liam has been affectionate and sweet, but I just don’t feel that spark between us.
    I met him this morning on the beach. He is staying a few beach houses down from ours, but he’s only here for the holiday. Then, he’s flying back to East Yorkshire, England. He was jogging by when Nikki and I were stretching down by the water before our run. Nikki’s jaw practically hit the sand when a shirtless Liam sheathed in sweat stopped beside us and asked us if we’d like to join him for a run.
    From the look on Chase’s face when he saw us together, I know he thought I’d hooked up with him. Since Becca lied last night about us going out to a club to make Parker and Chase jealous, I can see how he’d assume the worst. I know it’s wrong of me to allow him to think that, but he deserves to be jealous. After seeing him with that girl last night, I wanted him to hurt as much as I was.
    It sucks that the last twenty-four hours have gone completely different than I imagined. I assumed after our day together yesterday we’d be celebrating the Fourth of July together. I only have a few weeks before I head back to Georgia. Maybe I read him wrong. I thought from the way he was flirting with me yesterday that he liked me, but maybe he’s just that way with every girl.
    “Here are your drinks, ladies,” Liam says with his soft and sexy British accent, setting down a tray full of red, white, and blue shooters. They are delicious and perfectly patriotic for the holiday.
    I have always had a thing for British and Australian accents. I live down south, so pretty much everyone talks with a drawl and it sounds normal to me. I know northern girls go all crazy for a southern drawl, and that’s how I am with a foreign accent.
    I have to admit though that I love Chase’s voice. It’s a deep gruff with a slight drawl, not too thick. Here I go again; I can’t escape my thoughts of Chase! Everything leads to him.
    Liam is gorgeous, funny, and super sweet, and yet I’m thinking about Chase. I’m an awful person. That’s the only reason I can come up with as to why I am feeling this way.
    We all grab a shot and hold them up, yelling, “Happy Fourth of July!” before tossing our shots back.
    I am feeling the effects from the shots we’ve done; this is my fifth one. My head is fuzzy, my body feels light, and I have a goofy grin on my face. I’m smiling for no other reason than just to smile I guess. I