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now.”
    The words right now brought the feelings of deflation back. He wasn’t going to be here forever. He was just here for two weeks. Then he’d be gone. What would getting to know him do for her?
    “You still have time to decide. We’ve got another set to play, and it’s time. Don’t leave without giving me your number though, please?”
    She started reciting her number and giggled while he hurriedly fumbled for his phone out of his back pocket to input it, repeating it back to her to make sure he’d gotten it in right.
    Then he rose to go back to the stage and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek before he left.
    Renae’s hand flew to the warm spot his lips left on her cheek before she walked back to her table in a daze.
    “Holy shit! What did y’all talk about?” Claire was peppering her with questions.
    “I don’t know.” Renae shrugged. She’d spent too much time with teenagers. “Stuff. He wants to hang out after he’s done playing.”
    “Do it!” Alyssa chimed in.
    “I don’t know him, ‘Lyssa. I don’t know what he wants from me… I just—” Her fingers twisted the napkin she’d retrieved from under her drink.
    “Who cares? Have fun, Renae. You deserve to have a little fun now and then. Jeez. You don’t have to marry him. You can just fuck him.” Alyssa waggled her eyes at Renae.
    “Good god woman!” Dalton had overheard this last part of the exchange. “That’s my sister you’re talking to!”
    “So? Your sister needs to get laid.” She patted him affectionately on the chest.
    “Do you guys always objectify men like that?” Claire’s husband Max asked with a smirk on his face.
    Renae smiled brightly. “You should have heard some of the stuff I’ve listened to about you over the years.” Renae had grown up with Les and Max along with their other friend, Brent, and her brother Dalton and had heard just about everything from the other girls in PE. Those boys managed to get around. And if she could listen to all that crap about her brother, he could damn well suck it up for one night out with her and her friends.
    “Yeah. It’s Renae’s turn now,” Claire said. “You just hush up now and let us convince her to let loose for a change.” Turning to Renae, she continued. “When is the last time you got laid?”
    Flushing bright red again, Renae stammered. “Um, you weren’t around then, but it was about seven years ago, a guy named Johnny.”
    Dalton cleared his throat. “While I don’t really want to know the details of your methods, I do agree with Alyssa and Claire. You deserve some fun.”
    “Okay.” Her eyes dropped back to her lap, but when the music started back up again, she forced herself to meet the penetrating gaze of Jason, who continued to stare her down while he played. She smiled at him brightly and nodded once. His pinky finger fluttered over a key on the sax and he let out a trill in the middle of the song that could only be celebratory. She muffled her giggle behind her hand while Alyssa elbowed her ribs.
    Now that her mind was made up, the rest of their set seemed to last forever. Renae had a couple more drinks, but she noticed Jason only had one of the shots that her group sent up to the musicians. He moved the majority of them to the side for the drummer to take.
    Finally, when the set was over, Jason boxed up his sax and bounded down the steps to the stage, landing at Renae’s feet.
    “You ready?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, but I’ve got to drive everybody else home. They rode with me, cuz my car’s bigger.”
    Renae was proud of herself. She wasn’t slurring her words. But when she stood, the room spun, and she sat down again. Hard. Great. She’d sat there, sucking down drinks all night, and now she was drunk. It probably didn’t really matter what she did from here on out —she wouldn’t remember it.
    “How about you give me your keys and direct me from shotgun. I’ll drive everybody home, and we can go to my place last. We can talk, if