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that I stumbled on Cathy coming out of your bedroom.”
    Sam eased back so that they were an arm’s length away. “Tonight?”
    “No!” He drew her closer, his voice lowering as they sashayed toward the edge of the dance floor. “The night before her wedding. At the time I didn’t think too much about it, until I heard what happened the next morning. Sam, she was wearing your perfume. And… Well, she bypassed her room heading down the hall towards… You know the rest.”
    For a moment Sam was speechless. Her feet rooted to the floor as couples danced by. Had Cathy connived the whole thing? Had Kyle been innocent all this time? Sam gasped, finding it hard to breathe.
    “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
    “I’d hoped.” As Troy held onto her waist with one hand, his other one released hers. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he glanced at his feet. “Hell. I don’t know what I’d hoped.”
    “Oh, Troy,” she moaned.
    He raised his troubled gaze to hers. “I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He quickly added, “And who knows? Maybe Kyle invited Cathy into his room.”
    Yeah. But what if he hadn’t? What if this was all Cathy’s fault? A little dark cloud in the back of her mind said, And what if Troy is right?
    Sam’s world felt like it was spinning out of control. “I need a drink.” She pushed out of his grip.
    “Sam, wait.”
    She jutted out a hand, staying him. What she needed was a drink and to be alone. The matter of alcohol was easily remedied when she cornered a waiter, taking from his tray not one, but two flutes of champagne.
    As the man turned away, she yelled, “Wait,” and she retrieved another glass.
    With three drinks cold against her chest, she made a beeline for the darkest spot in backyard. Finding a tree stump, she sat down. The first drink went down quickly, the second a little slower. By the time she lifted the third glass to her lips, she felt sick.
    Had Cathy concocted this whole mess or had Troy been right? The thought made her tip the glass and swallow deeply. How long she sat on the rough stump, she had no idea. Then she heard her name and groaned.
    Jennifer.
    Moonlight lit upon the concern in her sister’s eyes. “What are you doing out here in the dark?”
    Sam pushed to her feet, swaying to the serenade of crickets in the background. “Gathering glasses.” Her sister’s face swam before her and Sam giggled.
    “Well stop it. We have a cleaning crew for that.” Her sister took the empty flutes from her hands and placed them on the stump. “You should be dancing and singing—having fun.”
    No. She should be hunting Cathy down and choking the truth from the skinny bitch. That is if Sam could stop tottering back and forth.
    Just then the band struck up the cords for Shania Twain’s Man , I Feel Like a Woman .
    Jennifer squealed. “Come on.” She grabbed Sam’s hand, pulling her toward the dance floor. “Sis, you love this song.”
    Yeah, but—
    Before Sam knew it she was center stage. The female vocalist pushed the microphone into her hand. For a moment she just stood there taking in the audience and Kyle. Watching him, needing him to lust, to want her like he had years ago, she raised the mic to her lips and began to sing.
    The crowd went wild.
    Everyone stopped dancing and the world belonged to Sam. Even Kyle watched from across the patio. Her heart began to beat with the rhythm of the drums. Her hips following the rhythm as she kept him in view. Shamelessly, she felt free. Sexy. Wanton.
    Maybe she was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. Neither he nor Cathy could hurt her anymore. Tonight she was invincible.
    Kicking off her shoes, Sam leaned against the lead singer’s back and slinked down his body and then slowly up again. The throng roared. Kyle moved closer, until through a drink-induced haze she could see the heat in his eyes.
    Oh yeah . Sam remembered that flame of desire. She swayed, feeling a little lightheaded, but