"Yeah, yeah, that's right—Emily Blair. You told me about her, remember?"
Tanner Miller leaned in close, lowering his voice. "So? Are you two really together now? When did that happen?"
The easy smile faded from Tristan Davis's lips. "We're not together."
Tanner smacked him lightly on the arm. "What? It's been, what, two years? How come you still haven't won her over? Has Mr. Davis lost his charm?"
Tristan's expression soured as he listened. He shoved Tanner away and tossed back the rest of his drink in one gulp.
He gripped his glass, forcing a smile. "Maybe we're not together yet, but we will be. Sooner or later."
Tanner let out a theatrical sigh. "Listen to you—can you get any more lovesick? You're so sure it's going to happen, but does Emily Blair even know how you feel? Don’t blame me if something goes sideways."
He tried to keep a straight face but couldn't quite manage it.
Tristan set his glass down with a hint of irritation. "Can you not?"
Tanner immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I’ll drop it."
"But seriously," Tanner rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Emily Blair isn’t dating you but she’s already telling you to cut back on drinking?"
That got Tristan smiling again. "She cares about my health. A few years back, she told me to take it easy with the booze. Of course I listened."
Tanner grimaced in mock agony, rubbing his arm like he’d been physically wounded. "Man, I swear, you’ve gotten even more lovesick since I last saw you."
"But if she cares that much, maybe she does like you too. So why haven’t you two gotten together after all this time?"
He went on, "I mean, you’re Mr. Davis—good looking, great background, the kind of guy who turns heads everywhere he goes. Honestly, I’m dying to know what kind of woman Emily Blair is, if even you couldn’t win her over."
Tristan bristled at the teasing, but said, "It’s a process. I’m not in a hurry."

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