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I whispered, “Do you know what they are?”

West shrugged. “We all know Zach’s. Zane’s I’m still trying to work out.”

As Zach and Zane bickered, Beck took his shot, knocking a ball into the corner pocket. I was just about to take my turn when Abby rushed over and stopped in front of me, her cheeks flushed. “Dance with me.”

West frowned. “Hey, we’re in the middle of a game here.”

Abby gestured toward where Zane still had Zach in a headlock. “You might want to deal with that instead. They’re about to brawl.”

“Are you sure?” West asked as he glanced at the twins. “They always argue.”

Abby nodded. “Trust me, I’ve learned the signs of an oncoming explosion.” She took my hand. “And while you calm them down, I can dance with my husband.”

As Zach and Zane struggled more, West cursed.

Abby tugged my hand, and I followed as I said, “Sometimes your family is a lot of work.”

“Only if you don’t know how to handle them. The twins act out sometimes just to get attention.”

We reached the open space for dancing, and I pulled Abby close. “Zach and Zane are fucking twenty-eight years old.”

“Ah, but it’s not for us or even my brothers. They both have women they want to notice them. Not that I think acting like children is going to help. But they won’t listen to me.”

I leaned my head closer and whispered, “So you know the identity of Zane’s mystery woman, don’t you?”

“She works at the bar sometimes and has a shift tonight. Her name is Mariah Fraser-Williams, and she’s making drinks right now.”

I discreetly turned my head and took notice of the short woman. She had dark brown hair, dark eyes, and light tan skin.“Wait, Fraser-Williams? Didn’t she marry Zane’s friend? I think Emmy mentioned it at one point.”

Abby nodded. “His best friend. They enlisted together, but Darren Williams died on a mission. Before he died, Darren asked Zane to look after Mariah and their son, Asher, if anything should happen to them. And now that he’s back in Starry Hills full-time, he does.”

I was about to comment on how that sounded complicated, what with Zane wanting his late best friend’s wife. However, before I could utter a word, Abby frowned and asked, “Who is that woman? And why is she charging toward us?”

After turning, I saw a woman about thirty, wearing tight jeans and a strapless top, glaring at me. “I have no idea. I’ve never seen her before.”

The woman stopped in front of us, and before I could blink, she slapped my face.

Abby moved toward the woman, but I held her back and barked, “Who the hell are you and why did you slap me?”

There was a very small chance she was a one-night stand that I didn’t remember. And yet, I’d never treated anyone badly enough to have them hunt me down and assault me.

The woman spoke with a British accent. “How dare you pretend not to know me, you bastard!” She lifted her hand and flashed the ring on her finger. “I’m your wife.”

Chapter Forty

Abby

My jaw dropped at the woman’s words. “What?”

For a split second, I doubted everything. Rafe, my marriage, my future.

Rafe said, “That’s a lie! I’ve only been married once, and my wife is right here.”

He glanced at me, and at the certainty in his eyes, my fears melted away.

Rafe wouldn’t lie about this. And given his celebrity, it wasn’t far-fetched that someone would pay this woman to cause trouble.

The woman raised her chin. “You’re a bigamist, is what you are.”

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