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first was never a good idea. Every girl knew this. They also only gave a crap if they had someone to impress. If they planned on being under bright lights with a hottie like Joe.
    Yep. She was on the verge of hurling.
    Darcey was up and out of her seat before she fully knew what she was doing, weaving her way through the crowd. She hit the short hall to the ladies’ room and shoved the door open before she could stop herself. Bingo . Joe’s friend wasn’t in one of the stalls, she was at the mirror, cleaning up the mascara smudges under her eyes while she pouted and pursed her newly glossed lips. Lips that would soon be attached to Joe’s.
    Darcey wanted to yank those lips right off her face.
    It made no logical sense. This woman was probably a really great person, and who could blame her for wanting a piece of Joe Colton? Not Darcey. She understood completely. The pretty brunette didn’t have a chance once she entered his gravitational pull. But that didn’t make Darcey despise her any less. It didn’t stop the jealousy from pounding through her until she was close to exploding out of her clothes and Hulking out in the restroom.
    “Can I help you?”
    Darcey blinked, realizing she’d been staring at the other woman for a good long while. She opened her mouth then shut it.
    Those pouty lips thinned, eyes raking her from head to toe. “Sorry, I don’t have any spare change.”
    Darcey straightened. “What?”
    “Or whatever the hell you want. You’re giving me the creeps staring at me like that. Get lost, or I’ll have security throw you out.” She turned away and fluffed her hair. “Trash belongs out on the street.”
    That’s when Darcey made a decision—not a wise one, hell no, but a decision all the same. Maybe if this woman hadn’t been such a nasty cow, she could have forced herself to turn the other way and get gone. Unfortunately for all concerned, that wasn’t what happened.
    In three small steps, Darcey was in front of her. “Joe is mine. You go near him, I’ll break both your arms and slap you around with your own hands, understand?”
    The woman blinked down at her. “Joe?”
    She didn’t even know his name? “The guy you’ve been hanging off. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”
    Joe’s new friend narrowed her eyes. “He didn’t mention you when he asked me to go home with him.”
    Darcey’s blood pressure spiked. She was acting crazy. She was also fully aware of that, but right then, she didn’t give one crap. Instead, she discretely slid her mother’s wedding ring—the one her dad had given her mom—off her middle finger and onto her ring finger. She lifted her hand and pointed to it. Anger, and so many other ugly emotions, crowded her mind, jostling for stage time. There was no way of stopping this runaway freight train, not now. “Did he happen to mention he was married? What about our kids? Did he mention them?”
    The brunette jerked back. “Kids?”
    Darcey stared at her.
    “He didn’t say, he… Sorry, I had no idea.”
    Hitching her purse over her shoulder, the other woman stormed past Darcey and out the door. And she looked really pissed off.
    She wouldn’t, would she?
    Crap . Spinning on her boots, Darcey raced after her, watching in horror as the other woman stormed through the crowd and up to Joe.
    She would.
    Joe’s sexy grin slipped when he looked down at his new friend—only now she wasn’t looking so…ah, friendly. Darcey could see her mouth moving rapidly. Joe frowned and started to shake his head as she reared back and slapped him across the face. Then without a backward glance, she stormed out. Joe stood there, stunned, and Adam, who was back beside him, bust out laughing.
    Darcey stood frozen, shocked at what she’d just done. At how fucked up it was. She’d lost her goddamn mind.
    She needed to get the hell out of there, but dammit, she couldn’t make her feet move, not when she saw Joe scanning the room. Not when those dark brown eyes slid to
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