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Amy doesn’t seem to want to give up. She tilts her head and brushes her hair behind her shoulder. “Are you sure?” She trails a finger up my arm.

I look her in the eyes, holding her gaze for a long moment, and she freezes. “I’m sorry, Amy, but I can’t. My heart belongs to someone else, and I can’t do that to her.”

Their expressions instantly change—eyebrows drawn in, little frowns crossing their mouths.

“Aw,” Amy says. “You look so sad.”

I toss back the rest of my drink and stand. “Yeah, well, I deserve it. Can I get a cab for you? I’d like to make sure you get home safe.”

They look at each other, and Amy answers. “No, I don’t think we’re ready to call it yet.”

I smile at both of them. “Have a good night, then, ladies. It was very nice meeting you.”

I set my glass down on the bar and walk out the door without looking back.