Dolly puts a hand over mine, her eyes serious and regretful. “Honey, I’m gay.”

I laugh. “I know, but . . .” I can’t exactly say, you cry every night and I’m trying to help you. It’s not my place, and I don’t want to embarrass her.

“Bartender!” Bee yells. “Let’s have another drink and go meet this magic man.”

“I don’t think—” They all whoop and cheer and order another round and I sigh.

Probably the worst decision I could make, but I miss Alex. I’ve been missing him. I want to see him. And I’m buzzed.

We take an Uber, and getting out of the car is a hassle because Dolly has decided the Uber driver is her new boyfriend. He finds it hilarious and even gives her his number.

We finally get her out of the car and the driver leaves, but before we make it to the door, Fifi spots a picture of Patrick Swayze taped to a pole on the corner.

“Oh my, Dolly. Look, it’s a sign!” She points at the picture with one long manicured finger.

Dolly struts over, tripping only a little on her super high heels and then puts her hand on her head dramatically. “It is a sign.”

“Oh, here we go,” Bee mutters, walking over to join them.

Fifi and Dolly start fighting and bickering over who loves Patrick more, Bee shushes them, and I burst into giggles.

“Jane.” I spin around at the sound of my name.

Alex is standing near the door of the Saloon, staring at me with wide eyes. “Jane? Is that . . . what are you doing here?”

“Alex! You invited me.” A delicate burp slips through my lips.

Oops.

I cover my mouth with my hand.

A crease forms between his brows, one side of his mouth quirking up in a half smile. Dammit he’s cute.

Oh, wait. I didn’t go to work today, so he couldn’t have invited me.

Dammit. This is why I don’t drink.

“I didn’t see you this morning. Presley said you didn’t show for the meeting. What happened?”

“I’m not going back. I quit.” I grin. “Now we can be together.”

Okay. Really need to stop drinking.

“Are you . . . ?” He steps toward me, the confusion now turning into concern. “Are you drunk?”

“I loved Patrick Swayze. I really miss that guy.” Dolly is hugging the pole with the picture of Patrick Swayze.

“I’m not, but they are.” I point to the queens.

“Girl, you don’t know who’s been doing what to this thing.” Bee is doing her best to yank Dolly away from the Patrick picture.

I snort out a laugh.

Oh, shit. I’m screwing this all up. “I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. We should go.”