Here's chapter Two Hope You Guys Enjoy It! (;

She looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

He slapped his hand over his own heart. "Wow."

"No, seriously. It's really hard to break up with someone who still likes you. I'm always the one who ends it, and I hate disappointing them. It sucks, and I'm no good at it."

"Sucks more than getting dumped?"
One shoulder jerked up. "I don't know. I've never been dumped."

He stared at her, like he was waiting her to fess up to the truth. "Oh, come on. Everyone's been dumped. In high school, getting dumped was a sport for me." He jerked his thumb against his chest. "I majored in getting dumped in college."

She leaned back in her chair. "Sounds like you have a lot to offer the ladies."

"Hilarious. So you're telling me no man has ever broken up with you? Not once in your life?"

She shook her head. "It's true. And I'm sick of the phone calls afterward. Sad at first, then desperate, then angry." She took another drink. "I once had to get a restraining order on a guy who just wouldn't take no for an answer. That's why I'm done with dating for a long time." Her hand sliced the air. "So, why bother dancing with a guy when there's no chance it will go anywhere? At least I'm not leading them on. You'd think I'd get credit for that."

"I'll dump you," he offered.
She laughed. "Best offer I've had all night."
He moved to the chair next to her and they were elbow to elbow. "No, seriously. I'm in town for the summer. I'm leaving August 31st. Let's go out until then, and I promise to dump you. I don't do long-distance relationships."

"Why not?"

"That's a long story I'll tell you a few weeks into our relationship on some warm, summer night when we're getting cozy under the stars."

She giggled. "Again, ridiculous."

"Like I said, I'm all about ridiculous."
"What if you change your mind and stay? Then I'll have to dump you. Defeats the whole purpose."

"Absolutely not. I start Music school in the fall, and I'm not giving that up. And no way do I want to have a relationship distracting me while I'm in school."

She tipped her head and stared at him. His dimples seemed permanently carved in his cheeks, with that ever-present smile. His hair falling around his face in a boyish way that probably got him out of a lot of trouble. Irresistible was a word that came to mind. "What if I get so annoyed with you before that, that I have no choice but to dump you? Seems like a good possibility."

"Won't happen. I'm a good kisser."

"And incredibly cocky." She gave him a playful nudge and was pleased to find he had a muscular arm.

"Play to your strengths."

Ally was intrigued, but it was a stupid idea—the kind that could only be concocted at a bar. Crossing her arms, she gave him the bad news. "Sorry. I guess I'll always have to wonder about your prowess."

He gave her a playful pout. "You sure? I've dumped plenty girls in my life. Made a few cry even. I'd be brilliant. You'd need gallons of ice cream to get over me."

She laughed. "I'm quite sure, but thanks for the offer."

He stood up. "It was worth a shot."

"Good luck with the Music school."

He looked back as he walked away. "Good luck finding a guy to dump you. Can't imagine anyone would want to."

She pushed away her unfinished drink and reached for her car keys in her purse. She grabbed her cell to text Trish that she was leaving, but Trish had beaten her to it. Dez and I are officially a couple! Call you tomorrow.

"Ugh. If Dez and Trish were dating—and not just sleeping together—she'd certainly be stepping up the campaign to get Ally to go out with Dez's best friend Dallas, Mr. Persistent from the wedding. "He's got the wonderful hair," Trish had scolded, as if that were reason enough to give him a whirl. "And he's rich!" Trish was full of ideas for the two of them; and Dallas was just full of himself. That added up to bad news.

"She rubbed her temples and looked up, and saw another man standing in front of her. "Wanna dance, sugar?"

"No, thanks." She gave him a feeble smile.

He hitched up his jeans. "You think you're too good for us here? You been turning down men all night." He looked her up and down. "You some kind of city slicker?"

Just because I'm not wearing cowboy boots? Why couldn't she just lie and say she had a boyfriend? But Ally didn't like to lie, even if it made things easier. It was some residual Catholic schoolgirl thing. She twisted her lips. Having a boyfriend would make things a lot easier. She'd be able to fend off Dallas, at least. And she certainly had some time on her hands now that Trish was going to be busy with Dez.

Plus, Austin was hot. And funny. If she were the one-night stand type, he'd fit the bill.

But this is more like a two-month stand.

She looked over at Austin with his back against the bar, watching her. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. She pointed at him. "That's my boyfriend. He doesn't really appreciate me dancing with other men."

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