Taking Chances (Learning to Love)

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Authors: LJ Baker
look that could only be read as I'm not sure you want to hear this , and I took a deep breath. "Okay, let's hear it."
    "Do you remember Gary?" she asked, nibbling nervously at a blueberry muffin that was clearly labeled Lexi's, don't touch!
    "Mole guy?" I braced myself.
    "Yes, well, you had him pinned up against the wall by the bar trying to suck his face off." She screwed her nose up at the memory. "When you disappeared in the men's room with him, I almost sent Matt after you, but Sebastian beat him to it."
    My mouth dropped open, and a deep heat flooded my cheeks. I was speechless.
    Kat took my hand for comfort and continued.
    "Oh God, there's more?" I shook my head in disbelief.
    "Don't be surprised if Gary has some bruises tomorrow at the wedding. I think he might have broken his nose too. There was a lot of blood."
    "Wait, what?" My brain wasn't comprehending what she was saying. "Why was Gary bleeding?"
    "I don't know exactly what happened, but by the time I got there, he was on the bathroom floor with his face covered in blood. Sebastian was fuming. Like, seriously, I thought he was going to kill the poor guy. Your shirt was laying on the floor, and your pants, well, I'm not even sure what happened to them."
    "Oh. My. God."
    "You were trying to push Sebastian away from Gary, yelling for him to stop," she continued. "Matt threw his jacket around you, and we got you out of there before anyone realized what was going on."
    "Oh my God, who saw me?" The panic washed over me again when I realized I would see everyone at the wedding and wondered what the hell they would be saying about me.
    "Don't worry, babe. I'm pretty sure only the bartender and one of Justin's ancient family members knew you were involved. Matt got you out of there before people started coming over to see what the yelling was about." Kat tried to look reassuring, but I knew how bad the scene must have looked to everyone.
    Matt came into the kitchen with a bucket in hand and a towel draped over his shoulder.
    "You owe me for this, Sis," Matt grumbled as he set the bucket and towel over by the back door.
    "Why didn't I sleep in my own bed?"
    Matt burst out laughing, and even Kat couldn't hold in snickers.
    "You insisted there were birds in your room and you couldn't sleep in there. I actually found you laying on the kitchen island at about two. I was afraid you were going to fall off and crack your head open on the tile, so I moved you into Kat's bed to keep an eye on you," Matt answered, still holding back laughter.
    I had a feeling they were giving me the short version, but I really didn't need to hear anymore. Hallucinating birds and sleeping on the kitchen counter was more than enough information for one morning.
    Despite my better judgment, there was one more thing I wanted to know. "Why did Sebastian get involved? I've never even met him before last night." His face flashed clearly in my mind and caused a fluttering that didn't go well with my current state of nausea.
    "I have no idea, babe. You were out on the terrace with him for a while, but when you came back in you walked right over to Gary. I had no idea how much you had to drink until Sebastian told me," Kat apologized, looking at Matt rather than me.
    "When I went out to check on you before that, Sebastian had his arms around you and it looked like you were kissing, so I came back inside," Matt said, guilt evident in his voice.
    I closed my eyes and tried to piece together memory fragments into some sort of coherent time line, but my brain refused. I could see pieces, but that was it.
    "I can't even think about this anymore." I forced myself off the kitchen stool and walked down the hall to my bathroom to shower.
    I stood under the hot water and tried to absorb the previous night's events. I was a complete mess. My hair reeked of vomit and something else I couldn't even place and honestly, didn't want to know. How could things have gotten so out of hand?
    After showering, I looked and smelled

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