The memory hit me.
 
 “Oh my gosh! Yes! You had dark hair, though.”
 
 He laughed. “I did. Went for a change.”
 
 “How are you?” I asked. Darrell and I had spent hours on and off the golf course talking about life in general. He was in the same situation as me. He had a father with his own business who was hell bent on the heir apparent taking it over.
 
 “CMI is doing some work for us; I was hoping I’d get to see you.”
 
 My eyes lit up. “Yes, we’re helping y’all redesign your call center. George doing a good job so far?”
 
 “Very much so.” He nodded. “Were you leaving?” he asked, turning to the two guys he had walked in with. “I’ll catch up with y’all in a bit.”
 
 I glanced back over to the table and chewed on my lip.
 
 “Let me guess, ex-boyfriend here with a new girl?”
 
 My head turned back to Darrell and I laughed. “Something like that. Ex owns this bar, we all hung together in college, and it was stupid of me to come here tonight.”
 
 He lifted a brow. “Because of the ex?” Darrell turned in the direction I had been looking.
 
 “Because of the little dark-haired beauty sitting in that large booth at the very end. I think they’re dating now.”
 
 Darrell smiled. “Then let’s go say hi.”
 
 He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me toward my small group of friends. I frantically searched for Tucker but didn’t see him.
 
 “No … honestly, I’d rather just …”
 
 “Charlie!”
 
 My body sank. “Damn,” I whispered as Darrell wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him.
 
 What in the hell was he doing?
 
 “Hey … Terri.”
 
 God, my voice sounded weak and unsure.
 
 All eyes went to Darrell. Terri and Lily gave him a once-over, Nash looked like he wanted to rip off Darrell’s head, Jim showed no emotion, and Blake … Well, Blake looked like he wanted to punch the living shit out of poor Darrell. This guy had no idea what he’d just walked into.
 
 “How are you doing, Lily?” I asked.
 
 Pulling her eyes off Darrell, she forced a smile. “I’m doing okay. You got my message?”
 
 I nodded. “Yes.”
 
 She sat back and stared at Darrell, giving him a look like she wanted him to explode on the spot.
 
 “Who’s this? A new friend of yours?” Nash asked, his voice thick with sarcasm.
 
 I froze, which was so not like me. At all.
 
 When I finally found my voice, I replied, “Darrell Adams, he’s a friend of mine.”
 
 With a huge grin on his face, Darrell reached out his hand to Nash. “Our fathers were good friends. Charlie and I are …” He trailed off and looked at me. “Hanging out.”
 
 I groaned internally. Darrell had made it seem like we were doing more than hanging out. Before I knew it, Darrell shook each person’s hands and introduced himself. Then he got to Noelle.