Cards were thrown over my dining-room table, and the alcohol was gone. My plan to forget all about my troubles was going off without a hitch, aside from the maddening pang in the corner of my heart I had trouble ignoring. Logan had already moved on. Why did that hurt so much? One minute I couldn’t stand him, and the next, I needed him. I lifted the bottle, staring at it as if I could will it to refill. No luck. Luke sat across from me with the last of the tequila in hand, staring out the window. “Hey!” he complained when I snatched the bottle. “Come on, let’s build a snowman.” I stood, wobbling to the back door. “A snowman?” His eyes were glazed over when I looked back at him, grabbing a sweatshirt from the chair beside me. I giggled as he stared past me, confused and completely trashed. “Uh-huh. You know, three balls and some twigs. Hmmm…carrots, and what else…” I pulled the hoodie over my thermal that I wore with dark-wash jeans and grabbed my boots. He burst out laughing, head thrown back, but I was serious.
