Page 148 of Iris Kelly Doesn't Date

“Okay,” Iris said. “Who do we see?”

Her friends just blinked at her then glanced at one another.

“What?” Iris said.

“Who are you in the mood to see?” Delilah asked slowly.

Iris frowned. “Um, literally anyone.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to dance with us?” Claire asked. She reached out and took Iris’s hand. “I’ll dance with you.”

“Not in the way I’d prefer,” Iris said. She wanted the press of bodies, sweat and alcohol, someone’s thigh between hers, nearly making her come right here in the middle of Lush.

Her stomach fluttered at the thought, a rare roll of nervousness.

“Honey, are you sure?” Claire asked.

Iris froze, looking at each of her friends. “What do you mean?”

“She means Stevie,” Delilah said, ever straight to the point.

Iris clenched her jaw.

Make your own happily ever after.

She shook her head, trying to dislodge the phrase, but she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Granted, she’d written it about a hundred times tonight. It made sense it would be stuck on a loop.

Total, perfect sense.

“Iris, have you even talked to her?” Astrid asked softly, squeezing her shoulder.

Iris shook her off.

Of course she hadn’t talked to her. She couldn’t. What the hell would she say? Iris didn’t even know how to explain what had happened between her and Stevie to her best friends, to her own heart, how could she offer an apology for it?

If she even wanted to apologize at all.

Which she didn’t.

She and Stevie were over. Stevie had left and Iris hadn’t gone after her and that was that.

Make your own happily ever after.

“I’m going to dance,” she said, pushing off the bar and plunging into the sea of writhing bodies before her friends could stop her. She closed her eyes, lifted her hands and moved. She spun and twirled until everything was a blur.

Until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes to see a dark-haired woman, all hips and ass, a total goddess, standing in front of her.

“Hi,” the woman said. She had on a dark purple dress, which clung to every curve perfectly.

Iris smiled. “Hi.”

“My name’s—”

“I don’t care,” Iris said, hooking her arms around the woman’s hips and pulling her close.

The woman laughed, revealing lovely white teeth, gold earrings dangling with her movement. “Fair enough.”