CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
ACCEPTING REALITY AS IT IS
RHETT’S POV
How do you know you're absolutely f****d? It’s when you spend the entire night turning down every woman who so much as glances your way. Not because you're not interested in casual fun, but because you’re holding out for someone who already has your soul wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know it. You're chasing a ghost with her face; same eyes, same smirk, same unapologetic fire. Anyone who remotely reminds you of her is a poor imitation, and it only makes you miss her more.
You're so distracted that you don’t even drink. You, of all people, stone-cold sober in the middle of a packed club, with music shaking the floor and bodies grinding everywhere. And when your best friend shows up, dragging a few old colle
