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That was Harper, and he rushed toward me as Aly let loose with a full squeal.

My besties were coming.

I braced myself, and their bodies hit mine a second later.

“Oh my God.” Aly was behind me, her voice muffled into my neck. I could feel her boobs pressing into me. “I have missed you!”

Harper’s head was buried into my shoulder. His arms held me, just underneath Aly’s. “Not more than me.”

When they let me go, I could only stare at them.

It’d only been what? Three days? But I’d missed them right back.

Aly brushed her hand over her eye. Harper just smiled, brightly and widely, still holding my shoulders. Then, as if remembering, he straightened and jerked his head to the side. His eyes got big and he sucked in his breath. “Is that—who are they?!”

Shane and the guys had gone to a table in the corner, not far from where Aly and Harper had come from. Shane was watching, and when I looked over, he gave me a nod. He was giving me space.

I nodded back, letting him know I was good.

Harper and Aly both had big eyes when I turned back to them.

“Holy shit, woman.” Harper grabbed my arm, leading me to their table. It was a high-top in the corner.

There were other people in the back section with us, but they were on the other side of the room. In the middle was a plethora of pool tables, an air hockey table, and other games. The bar was in the corner with a door to the outside next to it. People were coming in and out, and you could catch a glimpse of a couple picnic tables outside.

Again, I was impressed. This place had it going on.

Both Harper and Aly had drinks already, and an appetizer sat in the middle of the table.

“So that’s him?” Harper looked over at Shane, studying him like Shane was about to come over and rob us.

Shane noted the attention, giving me another look.

I shook my head. I needed to catch up with my friends before he came over.

“He’s not who I remember from high school,” Harper said.

I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

Aly had been watching me, not Shane, with a knowing look on her face.

“What?” I asked.

She shook her head slowly, a grin appearing. “You look good, that’s all. Like, real good.”

Harper’s attention turned to me. He nodded, but sounded miffed. “You both are getting some. What am I doing here?”

Aly’s smile fell. “Self-pity, much? Your man flew to California for you. Not me. Not Kali. You.”

“He shouldn’t have come! I left him—”

“You’ve been miserable since he left.”

“I have not. We were doing SNL dance routines just the other week.”

“Yeah,” she shot back. “We do those when you need to be distracted from your misery.”

Her voice rose, and we were now getting attention from more than just Shane’s table. Corvette and Roadie seemed to be enjoying the show. Roadie was grinning. Corvette gave me a smile and lifted his beer in a salute.