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mouth, darling, and go with it. I’ll explain later.”
    “Missy?” Kyle asked, his face hardened, jaws tight. Then as quick as a snap his features softened. “Nice to meet you.”
    Sharon forced a grin, scanning the room, anything to keep from looking at Kyle. Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion. She heard muttering bits of conversation from the two men as she watched Missy move from the table, taking Stone by the hand and leading him out the door. Kayla shot Sharon an urgent glance. Lights from the stage beamed through the smoky air. Gannon filled drink orders from behind the counter. People, there were people everywhere.
    She shifted her eyes to Vic. “I need to talk to you.”
    He put his hand on her shoulder. “Can it wait, dear?”
    Sharon moved back and took his forearm. “No, it can’t.” She turned to Kyle and grimaced at the you-could-be-so-busted-right-now grin on his face. “Sorry, this will only take a minute.” She tugged at Vic’s arm. “Come with me.”
    Once they were standing in the bathroom hallway, she folded her arms across her chest. “What the fuck was that about? Why did you tell him I’m Missy?” She hated that she even cared.
    Vic’s hands balled into fists. His face was tight and stressed. “Because I’m his accountant and he doesn’t know the situation of my relationship with her. Hell, I’m not even sure I do.”
    “So you just lied to him?”
    “I panicked.”
    “I guess the fuck you did.”
    “Please go along with this.”
    “I’m leaving.” Sharon moved past him and turned back around. “Tell him whatever the hell you want.”
    * * * *
    Sharon sat in her car and stared at the neon navy-blue sign that spelled Night , not certain if she was running from Vic and his stupidity or Kyle and the way she dreaded him thinking she was someone’s girlfriend. She sighed and started the car. Remembering she was only supposed to be gone for an hour and Kayla would be looking for her, she sent a text apologizing and headed home.
    The car idled in front of her driveway. She couldn’t pull in. She didn’t want to be at home. She was never at home by ten-thirty on a Saturday and she wouldn’t be tonight. Hitting the gas, she peeled away and went to the all-night diner at the edge of town where she could eat pie and drink coffee and find some peace.
    Opening the door, a small bell alerted the lone waitress someone was there. Sharon took a seat in a booth at the back and ordered a coffee while she looked over the menu. The diner was small, four booths lined two walls and there was only space for three tables in the center of the room. A light flickered overhead, humming.
    The waitress delivered her coffee and Sharon ordered a piece of chocolate fudge pie. Not that she was hungry, she wasn’t, and as much as she loved sweets, she didn’t usually eat them, but she figured the entire night had been out-of-order so why not finish it out with something that would make her stomach happy.
    Once the slice of chocolate goodness was staring back at her, she took a small bite, savoring the sweetness, and leaned back against the cushioned seat. She dug through her purse and pulled out the romance novel she’d started reading earlier in the week. Within minutes she was lost in the pages, just stopping long enough to sip coffee or get another mouthful of smooth chocolate.
    Five chapters later, on the outer limits of her thoughts she heard someone talking, saying a name over and over again. Keeping her eyes on the page in front of her, she tuned in to the voice, a man’s.
    Familiar.
    Kyle.
    Shit!
    “Missy or Sharon?” His voice echoed in her head.
    She closed her eyes, forcing her lids to block her sight, she told herself it was not happening. Kyle was not standing a foot away from her table. He was not giving her that damn crooked smile that made her heart do crazy things under her chest walls—flutters and flips she couldn’t control. She heard movement, heard someone slide into