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fisted inside the other, cracking his
knuckles. Then he switched and did the same with the other
hand.
    Daisy’s mind reeled. Fitz
wasn’t actually priming himself to hit Josh, was he?
    That would mean he felt
protective of her, or jealo— No , she told herself, before her
silly fantasies got the better of her. He didn’t care about her
like that. He didn’t see her like that. Her confusion translated to
furrowed brows and quickened breaths and Josh leered at her in
character.
    “ Scared’a me? You should be,” said Josh in
a menacing tone, winking at her.
    “ I swear to God, if you
don’t back away from her on your own, I will make you.”
    Fitz’s voice was smooth and low behind
Josh, cracking like a soft whip with its fierce
intensity.
    Josh winked at her again, then leaned
back to look at Fitz with derision, still channeling Stanley
Kowalski with aplomb. “You and what army?”
    Fitz stood up so fast, his chair hit
the ground behind him, swiftly followed by Josh who took a quick,
hard jab to the nose and fell to the floor.
    “ What the hell, Fitz?”
demanded Barrett, standing up beside Daisy’s chair.
    Daisy gasped, sliding off her seat and
onto her knees, reaching for Josh, who was covered in blood and
practically in tears. “That was assault. He mighta broka my
nose.”
    Breathless and confused, Daisy looked
up at Fitz with wide eyes.
    Fitz ran his hands through his hair
then opened them to her in supplication. “I don’t—I don’t like the
way he talks to you!”
    That declaration snapped Daisy out of
her trance-like state.
    “ Well, then by all means,
hit him.” She shook her head. “When did you turn into a
Neanderthal, Fitz?”
    They’d attracted quite a little crowd
by now, Barrett helping Josh get to his feet, and Emily coming
around the table to take Daisy’s arm and help her off the floor.
Emily pursed her lips and stared at Fitz in disbelief, then put her
arm around her cousin’s waist.
    “ This isn’t like you,
Fitz,” Emily exclaimed with wide, shocked eyes.
    Fitz’s jaw looked like it was about to
pop from the way he was clenching it and his eyes, which were wild
and furious, didn’t let go of Daisy’s even as Emily berated him. It
was almost like he was seeing her for the first time, and Daisy’s
whole body prickled with awareness.
    Barrett was helping Josh to the
bathroom, and Emily directed their course to follow. Daisy looked
back once, just in time to see Fitz pick up the chair he’d knocked
over and stalk out of the ballroom without a second
glance.
    ***
    Fitz gave his valet ticket to one of
the uniformed guys outside, then paced the curb, trying to figure
out what the hell had just happened.
    Daisy Edwards, that’s
what.
    The summer they spent together had
practically been defined by the way she got him to do things he’d
never consider doing on his own: breaking and entering, public
nudity, trespassing… in his whole life, only Daisy had ever had
that effect on him. She made him so nuts, it was like he’d do
anything for her.
    All Fitz knew was that the
minute that asshole had jerked her hand out of his, it took every
ounce of self-control Fitz possessed not to deck him. And then
finally, he snapped. For God’s sake, he’d threatened her, telling her she
should be scared of him. He deserved to have his lights punched
out. Fitz highly doubted he’d broken anything, but a broken nose
was too good for Dr. M. He deserved a broken head for mistreating
the sexiest, funniest, most beautiful girl in the world.
    The valet pulled up with
his Mercedes CLS-Class silver sports car and Fitz stomped to the
driver’s side, giving the valet a twenty before plopping down in
the supple leather seat. It felt good stepping on the gas, but Fitz
didn’t want to go home. If he did, he’d probably just end up
getting drunk, remembering the curve of Daisy’s neck in that
ridiculously skimpy dress, the way her cheek felt beneath his lips
as she’d turned her head, the way her eyes