Tears threatened, but she blinked them back ferociously. How could she have treated her best friend so horrifically? The devastated look on Ree’s face when Leila mentioned Patrick had nearly sent her diving back into Ree’s arms. But that would have been disastrous because this experimentation would ruin their friendship. She had to put a stop to it now. Neither one of them was gay. These feelings had to be some kind of BFF crush. It wasn’t real; real was waiting for her back at their table—Patrick looking handsome and manly in his tuxedo. That’s what she needed to do. Transfer these feelings she had for Ree to Patrick. He should be the one she was dying to kiss and rub up against and get naked with. Oh, God, not Ree. She couldn’t be thinking of her friend this way. Only disappointment and heartache would follow if she pursued these feelings. No matter how responsive Ree had been in the ladies’ room, these feelings of attraction weren’t true. They couldn’t be. Leila was a straight woman, and so was Ree.
