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it through my vocal cords.
    “Oh, hon , is that what’s got you so upset?” Lauren wraps an arm around my shoulder. “That was just your run-of-the-mill one-night stand. It’s your first—”
    I cut her off. “And my last. Believe me, there was nothing run-of-the-mill about this guy.” Then again that bottle of champagne could have played a part in my exaltation of him and his baseball bat. “It’s not happening again.” But if those dimples go off I might just be tempted to melt into one. “He’s an ass of the highest order.” A perfectly rock-hard ass, but still, he’s nothing but a double negative. “Jerks like him eat decent people like me for breakfast.” Or, as evidenced by his sudden urge to partake of the first meal of the day elsewhere, maybe not. “I swear I’ll knife his balls off if we ever meet again.”
    Kendall and Lauren gape at me as if I’ve already committed the lewd felony.
    “Don’t just sit there,” I say, incredulous at their sudden urge to plead the fifth. “Raise your coffee and say something encouraging.” I grip my cup so tightly my fingers turn white.
    “You’ll find someone else.” Lauren touches her hand to mine with her dime-store consolation. “Someone special.” She nods with an equally false sense of assurance.
    “And he’ll be Mr. Right,” Lauren adds. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she was mocking me.
    “Easy for you to say. You’ve got Cal”—I look to Kendall—“and you’ve got Cruise. And I’ve got nobody, per usual.” I sink in my seat, and my vagina lights up with the remnants of last night’s grand slam that held all the magical ingredients of a happily ever after, minus the love and genuine affection, and the general knowledge of his surname. “ And, I’ve got to move today.” It comes out pissy as if this, too, were somehow his fault. “There’s nothing like moving to magnify the fact you don’t have a strong pair of arms to call your own.”
    “I’m so sorry, Ally.” Kendall combs out her long, black bangs with her fingers. “Not all guys are assholes. I swear to you there are a ton of great ones out there.” Her shoulders droop before she springs back to life. “Look, my brother just came into town and he’s dying to check this place out. Why don’t we help you move and if you like, you can show him around? I’d really appreciate it, and I know he would too. I’d show him around myself, but I can tell he’s already itching to get away from me and Cruise.”
    “I don’t know.” I shake my head at the idea. “I’m sort of allergic to blind dates in general.”
    “It’s not a date.” Lauren smacks me in the arm. “He’s going to help you move, and you can take him to dinner as a thank-you.”
    Kendall nods a little too eagerly.
    “Okay. But I have to warn you I have a long-standing track record of not falling for my friends’ brothers. No offense. I’m sure he’s great and all, but I’m gun shy when it comes to next of kin.” It’s a certified fact there is no quicker way to kill a friendship.
    “I promise—you’re going to love him!” Kendall beams at the thought of playing matchmaker. “He’s totally fabulous.”
    Odd how she’s undeterred by the fact I’ve got a seed of vengeance blooming in my heart for anyone slinging a procreation device between his legs. And, unless he rids himself of his miniature tail, he’ll be a guest on my “shit list” for the interim or at least until my anger for an entire gender subsides—and judging by the knot in my stomach, that would be never.

    After a brief stint at the Bux, I return to Russell Hall and endure hours of playing throw everything you own into garbage bags, plus sixteen boxes. Where the hell did all this crap come from anyway?
    My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Kendall.
    Downstairs!
    Perfect. That means her brother is here. My stomach pinches at the thought of meeting up with another card-carrying member of the Trouser-Snake Society.