I stilled at the name, goosebumps peppering my body. I didn’t know if I should say something, but before I had a chance to say anything, Darcy leaned back.

“He broke up with me after he made the deal and for the last three years, he’s kept his distance, even though I said I wanted to weather the storm with him. We haven’t talked until today.” She waved the bartender over, ordering two more shots. “He said he was keeping me safe, the only way he knew how, because he worked for a very dangerous man.”

I clenched my jaw as my emotions overwhelmed me. Did the guys push me away because Lucio was dangerous? My heart fluttered at the thought, but my brain quickly shut it down. They didn’t even talk to me about it. Instead of being adults, they took the decision away from me. I felt angry and betrayed that they didn’t even have the decency to tell me anything. Apparently, this was a man issue because Evan did the same with Darcy. I felt even more of a kinship with Darcy.

“I’m sorry Darcy. It’s his loss because you deserve so much better than someone who can’t see that you’re worth fighting for.” I hugged her.

“Thank you. I haven’t told anyone about Evan. Everyone just thinks it was a mutual break-up.” She pulled away, dabbing at her eyes. “I still love him, and it kills me to see him, even if it’s from afar. I hadn’t seen him in a while, so when he appeared my brain couldn’t help but feel like that college girl again.”

The bartender brought four shots, looking at Darcy sympathetically. I was glad I brought cash because he deserved a good tip. “Alright, let’s forget about boys for the evening and just enjoy being young and beautiful.” I gave Darcy a shot.

“Here’s to new friendships,” she said, clinking my glass before throwing it back.

I passed over the next one. “Here’s to new beginnings,” I said, and we took it.

“Damn, Ok… I’m ready to dance!” Darcy grabbed my hand, making our way to the dance floor just as Doja Cat’s “Woman” started to play. I raised my hands up and moved my hips to the beat, feeling the alcohol make my movements more fluid. We danced our stress away, occasionally dancing together to keep the handsy men away. We were a sweaty mess when we took a break to get another shot and some water.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight.” Darcy chugged some water.

“Thanks for inviting me. I needed to get out and live a little,” I smiled, opening my water bottle.