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place and Sara’s idea was smothered. Talia
groaned in Sara’s ear but Sara tried to make the most of the
evening, slipping her arm through Talia’s and leading her to
the tables overlooking the dancers below. She winked over her
shoulder at Camey, hoping she’d have some luck finding a
willing party to sweep Talia off her feet. She knew she couldn’t
rely on Reina, as she had already made her way to Wade, who was
occupied behind the bar.
    Leading
Talia upstairs, Sara found a single table with two vacant seats. As
they approached she surveyed the men at the other tables, but they
all had dates. The pickings this evening seemed to be rather slim.
This might not have been the best night to try and put their plan
into action.
    Rising
from the table, Sara was determined to do something. “I’m
going to get drinks,” she yelled over the raucousness of the
crowd.
    Talia
didn’t speak. She stared daggers into a couple at the next
table and waved Sara off. It was rather discouraging.
    Sara
squeezed past patrons and finally found Reina at the bar gawking
googoo-eyed at her boyfriend of fourteen months. There was just
enough room for Sara to squeeze in next to her. She ordered her
sister’s usual vodka martini, adding a margarita for herself,
then spoke. “I’m afraid tonight isn’t going to be
the best night to put our plan in motion.”
    Reina
sipped at her mojito as she turned to survey the club. “Just
wait. Fate is on our side.”
    Sara
anxiously stared at the crowd, watching with a heavy heart. The
realization that her concentrated focus on her sister had taken away
every ounce of drive she had to find a man of her own niggled her.
Sure, she had dated the occasional guy, but she was never capable of
committing herself to anything serious when her every concern was
focused on Talia’s happiness. Her sister’s personal life
had become her highest priority.
    It
took an elbow jab to the ribs to pull her thoughts away from her
regret.
    “Mira.
Over there.” Reina pointed at a couple across the way. The
woman was waving her arms and shouting, although the voices didn’t
carry over the loud beats of the music. Her date looked confounded as
she laid into him. He didn’t speak or move, only standing with
his mouth agape. “Poor maje didn’t know what hit him.”
    Sara
pitied the poor guy. He had potential, with his sparkling green eyes
and stark-raven hair. He may have needed a little maintenance, but
surely he would do. She just needed to decide how to approach him;
after all, he seemed in a fragile state.
    Before
Sara made a move, Reina ushered her on, “Ándale,
before he leaves.”
    Sara
approached him cautiously as he continued to stare after the woman
that was now leaving the club. His hands were tucked in his jeans
just below where his Polo shirt fell away from his long torso. When
she got closer she saw his shoulders fall. What was she going to say
to make him feel better and convince him to help with her plight? She
searched her brain but the answer didn’t come. When she was at
his side, she gently touched his arm before she said the first thing
that popped into her head. “I’m so sorry.”
    His
head jerked her direction and Sara was finally able to see tears
forming in the corners of his eyes. There was no way this was going
to work.
    “What?
Who are you?” His brow creased.
    “I’m
Sara. I was watching you from the bar and I saw what happened.” Wow, could
I come off as more of a creeper? “I’m
so sorry.” She was repeating herself.
    “I
guess it wasn’t meant to be.” His head dropped and he
started to walk away, but Sara stopped him.
    “Look,
I’m sure you’re not up for it, but my sister is kinda in
the same situation and I thought maybe you guys might keep each other
company.”
    He
stopped, his head still hanging. “What happened to your
sister?”
    Great,
she was going to have to lie. Talia didn’t get ditched, but
Sara had to tell him something. “She and her fiancé
split up.