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the same feeling that had flooded her heart every time she had been in Darcy’s company.
    Her father had been right all along. She’d been nothing more than a foolhardy girl to believe what that man had promised her.
    The last time they’d been together, she’d remembered sitting in a hotel room of all places, the best in the city, listening to Darcy give her some spiel about how he couldn’t leave his wife. How quickly his love had changed for her.
    “She’ll take me for everything,” he claimed, standing there, handsome as always. “She’ll ruin me, you know what she’s like. And the kids, I have to think of them. ”
    She tossed her head back and laughed sarcastically. “You’ve more money than almost anyone else in this city. That’s not a viable excuse.” She shook one finger at him. “I do know your wife. Too well, in fact. I’d bet my life that she’s gotten you scared to death with her threats. Why, I bet the first thing out of her mouth was that you’ll never see the kids again if you divorce her. Am I right?
    “You don’t love me. You never did. I was just a toy, a good-time girl for you to escape to. So here we are. You’ll walk away from this unharmed, while I look like the harlot, the whore who seduced another woman’s husband.”
    “It’s not like that.” He moved toward her and on bended knee grabbed her hand, attempting to kiss it. But she was quick and managed to pull away before the deed was done.
    “It is like that and you know it!” she yelled. “The woman always comes out looking like the evil one.
    “Go, Darcy. You’ve been washed clean of all this. Go, be the family man, play husband and daddy.”
    Still on bended knee, he lowered his head. “It was never supposed to be like this.”
    “But it is,” her voice had turned to ice. “And now it’s over and done with. Now, I think you should go.”
    She stood and, holding her skirt, walked to the hotel room’s door. She held it open, waiting for him to exit.
    Just before he left, he stopped and muttered something that sounded remotely like sorry , but she wasn’t sure. He didn’t look at her and he didn’t look back as he walked down the hallway. She slammed the door behind him.

    * * * *

    Was it always going to be like this from this day forward?
    Joe sat next to his bride, looking ahead. It was hard to believe that he was now a married man, a husband, and maybe at some point in the future he’d become a father. Of course, for that to happen, he’d have to have relations with a woman.
    He was equally attracted to both sexes, and even before Ryan he wasn’t a virgin. He’d lost that when he was eighteen, to a saloon girl named Maggie.
    She was many years older than him, all woman from head to toe. She’d been a birthday gift from his father and when he was brought there it was apparent what was to happen that night.
    “Son, you just go right on in and ask the bartender to direct you to Maggie. That’s all you have to say. It’s been paid for, and she’ll be expecting you. I’ll come ’round in a couple hours to fetch you.”
    Inside, a few of the saloon’s patrons flashed him a glance as he walked across the smoke-filled room.
    When he saddled up to the bar, it took the bartender, a grizzled older man with a white beard, a while to notice him.
    “What can I get ya?” asked the bartender.
    “Maggie,” he replied, feeling like an insignificant fool. His cheeks grew hot. They’d all known what he came for. “I’m supposed to see Maggie.”
    “Get this, boys,” yelled the bartender, his deep voice radiating throughout the room. “The kid’s here to get it on with our Maggie!”
    A roar of laughter overtook the saloon. If Joe could have sunk down through the floor at that moment, he would have.
    The bartender flashed him a devilish smile and motioned to the large staircase positioned over to the far right side of the building. “She’s upstairs, the fifth door down the hall on your left. Oh and son,