On the Record (Record #2)(84)

“So, how have you been? Did you have a nice day?” he asked casually.

Liz narrowed her eyes. No contact for over a year and now he was acting all buddy-buddy.

“What do you want, Clay?” she asked.

“I can’t check in on an old friend?”

“You’ve never called me before.”

“Well, I am now,” he said.

“So, what do you want? I don’t assume that you’re calling me for no reason.”

“I read an article today in the newspaper about my brother. Have you seen it?” Clay asked.

Liz’s mouth went dry. “I saw it,” she said.

“But do you know what I couldn’t stop thinking about, Liz?”

“No,” she whispered.

“You. Liz Carmichael. The girl who showed up at the Fourth of July event and the gala and Hilton Head. Seemed a bit . . . convenient once I started thinking about it.”

Oh shit! Liz couldn’t breathe.

“But when I looked up the UNC registry, there wasn’t a Liz Carmichael either, and the only Liz at the UNC paper was a Liz Dougherty. Strange that you should tell me that your last name was Carmichael. Don’t you think?”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“I never told you that was my last name,” she whispered.

“Ah. Right. The valet mentioned it at the gala . . . the event that you were at with Chris. Perhaps it’s just me, but the pieces don’t seem to fit,” Clay said. She could almost see the dimples in his smile.

“What do you want, Clay?” There had to be a catch, some kind of point to all of this. He knew. But what did he want?

“I want to see you tonight.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Clay,” she responded immediately.

“Whoa! I never even insinuated that you would. Someone is jumping to conclusions.”

She could hear the laughter in his voice. She knew exactly what he was after. He had always been after one thing.

“I’m not stupid.”

“No, you’re not. But you also don’t have anything else to lose by coming to see me. The reporter was your boyfriend, right?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Liz quickly corrected. She didn’t even want to think about Hayden. She just wanted to knock some sense into him.

“Exactly. So tonight?”

What the hell did she have to lose that she hadn’t already lost?

“Well, I’m going to be on Franklin Street in about twenty minutes. If you can find me, then you can see me.” She doubted that he would ever find her. There were a ton of bars on Franklin Street, and why would Clay go through that much trouble?

“Any hints?”

“I’ll be drinking,” she said before hanging up the phone.

That was it. She wasn’t going to answer her phone the rest of the night. Each call just brought more and more drama that she didn’t want to have to deal with. The only people she actually wanted to speak with hadn’t called, and she didn’t think they were going to. So she resigned herself to getting blackout drunk.

It actually took thirty minutes for Victoria and Duke Fan to get ready to go out. They started at their usual spot, which was packed with people, since it was Valentine’s Day weekend. Heavy dance beats filtered through the speakers, and groups mingled together near the bar. The bar had specialty drinks for the occasion and a giant red-and-pink heart-shaped piñata.

Liz leaned over the bar, her br**sts nearly spilling out of her top as she flagged the hot bartender down.

“What’ll ya have?” he asked, eyeing her chest appreciatively.

At least someone was enjoying the view.

“Whiskey sour,” Liz told him.

“Sure thing.”

He filled a glass almost entirely with whiskey. She normally would have cringed, but tonight she didn’t care.

“What kind of candy is in the piñata?” she asked him as he added the sour.

“No candy. Condoms, suck and blows, lube, and other fun treats,” he said with a wink as he passed her drink across the bar. She went to hand him her cash and he winked at her again. “On the house.”

Liz bit her lip coyly and dropped the money into the tip jar. She must look good tonight to warrant free drinks from the bartender. “Thanks.”

“Come back and see me.”

Liz nodded and went to find Victoria.

“There you are!” Victoria cried. “Did you order? Kyle is working at the other end of the bar. I could have gotten it for free.”

“I got mine for free,” Liz said, taking a sip of the liquor.

“Look at you! You look totally f**kable tonight.”

“Are you encouraging her?” Daniel asked.

“Butt out,” Victoria snapped. “Or I’ll send you straight home.”

“You’re not my mother!”

“We can role-play later, baby,” she said, slapping him gently across the face twice.

Daniel rolled his eyes and sipped on his drink. Score one for Victoria.

“So . . . you know what they say . . . the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Victoria said.

Liz tilted her head and laughed. “I don’t think that’s the expression.”

“It should be.”