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was it?
    “Well, I just … I dunno. I can’t believe you did all of that without telling me.” Darcy sounded a little despondent. If it had been Shay using that tone of voice, it wouldn’t mean much. For Darcy to sound that down, somebody must have been kicking a puppy or something in front of her. Darcy just didn’t
do
down. It was kind of like Shay doing
up
. They were total opposites.
    “Did what, Darcy?” She scowled, still staring at the book. She shouldn’t have gone to the bookstore. If she hadn’t, her head wouldn’t be pounding, her gut wouldn’t be a twisted, tight snarl, and she wouldn’t be sitting there, holding a copy of her latest release with some fake’s signature on it.
    Granted, the book would still be at the store, but Shay could have found out about it at a time when she was a little more equipped to deal with it.
    “Well, the Facebook thing. You know. You always said you hated that stuff, so why did you go and start up the page without telling me?”
    Facebook
. That snarl in Shay’s gut jerked itself into a sudden, tight knot, one that was almost viscerally painful.
    “What did you say?”
    Darcy repeated herself—yes, Shay had just heard what she thought she’d heard.
    “Darcy, what Facebook page?”
    “Well,
your
Facebook page, silly.” She laughed, but it was strained. “I mean, I’m glad you’re doing it and all, but you could have told me. Could have let me help.And how were you even able to keep up with it while you were in such bad shape at the hospital?”
    Shay’s heart skipped a beat or ten as she tossed the book down.
    Just
what
in the world was Darcy talking about?
    Spinning around in her chair, she bumped the mouse and watched as her desktop came to life. She opened up her browser and went to the search bar, typing in
Shay Morgan Facebook
.
    There were a few entries, but none of them were her.
    Her gut was a raw mess as she typed in another name. Several hits came up … but again, not her. Sucking in a desperate breath, she silently said,
Thank God
. He wouldn’t be able to find her that way.
Nobody
would—
    “Shay, are you going to explain this or what?” Darcy asked, her voice edging into that plaintive, whiny zone.
    “Just give me a minute,” she muttered, wedging the phone more securely against her shoulder. Staring at the screen, she tapped
Shane Neil Facebook
.
    And there it was.
    “What in the fuck is this?” she muttered.
    “Huh?”
    “The damn Facebook page,” she replied as the page loaded on her computer.
    The cover of her latest book seemed to glare at her mockingly from the screen. It was the same book that had a fake’s signature on it, too.
What the hell?
    “This Facebook page—it’s actually an author-owned page, right? Not one of the fan communities?” Shay said, her voice tight and rough.
    “Of course, it’s an author page … it’s yours. That’s why I called.”
    “Darcy. That page isn’t mine.”
    There was a pause and she thought she heard Darcy muttering on the other end of the line, but she couldn’t quite make out the words.
    “You mean you didn’t set up the Facebook page?”
    Am I speaking in code?
Shoving back from her desk, Shay snapped, “No. I did
not
set up the Facebook page.” She went to stand up, but the twinge in her ribs had her remaining in her seat.
    She needed to be conscious to handle this, after all.
    “Darcy, what do you know about that damn page?”
    “Well. Not much. I just found out about it. But I thought you’d done it.”
    Shay heard her swallow over the line and then Darcy laughed, a strained sound. “I mean, it’s
way
popular. Has like ten thousand fans already and it looks like it just went live a few weeks ago. There’s a blog and stuff, too. Readers are so excited to see you out more. Can’t you tell? It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
    “Amazing. Sure. It’s amazing.” Shay could feel a muscle starting to pulse behind her eye. A headache would come next and it wouldn’t