Mike's eyes narrowed as he stared at Tam over her head. "Tell Bobbi Jo how you feel about her. It might be the only chance you get."
Tam took a deep breath. Hell, why not? As drunk as Bobbi Jo was becoming, she probably wouldn't remember anyway. "I've been in love with her since she took care of my grandma when she was still in nursing school. Then she married Ridge, so I never had a chance with her."
One of the women let loose a sob.
Bobbi Jo smiled and snuggled closer to him until the length of her side was tight against him. "I loved your grandma. I wanted her to be mine, too."
Tam sighed. "I know. She was so nice."
"Nice-shh."
"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard," one of the women said with an exaggerated sigh.
"What's sad?" Bobbi Jo asked her.
"He's in love with you," Mike said a little too loudly. People nearby turned to stare.
"With me? Why?"
Everyone seemed to be waiting expectantly on his answer, except the one who mattered most--Bobbi Jo. The waitress delivered another round of drinks and still they all stared at him.
"Here's to love," Bobbi Jo said before tossing back her tequila and missing her mouth with at least half. She tried to capture the remnants with her tongue.
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