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have gone for a drama degree instead of business.”
    â€œFine, fine.” She picked up her margarita for another sip, then smiled as she set it down. “No drama. No thinking.”
    â€œAtta girl.”
    Across the room, the band launched into a fast-paced song with a pounding, staccato rhythm that had even Kyra’s toes tapping.
    â€œCome on,” Isa said, standing up and grinning. “It’s a line dance. Let’s go.”
    She thought about it for a second or two. She hadn’t been in the mood for company tonight. Hadn’t wanted to come out and join the world. She’d wanted nothing more than to curl up in the dark quiet of her condo and concentrate on the misery being heaped on her.
    But now that she was here, the world was looking a little friendlier. She wasn’t sure if it was Isa’s influence or the margarita, but whatever it was, it beat the heck out of sitting home alone, brooding.
    Jumping to her feet, Kyra said, “Good idea.” If she was dancing, she wouldn’t be thinking. And right now that sounded like a plan.
    She followed Isa through the crowd and took her place in the long line of dancers already moving through an intricate ten-step routine. Kyra swung her hair out of her eyes, laughed aloud and slid into the moves with practiced ease, letting go of everything in the sheer enjoyment of the music washing over her.
    Boots stomped against the floor, hands clapped,dancers shouted and the band played faster, challenging them all to increase the pace.
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    Garrett stood at the edge of the dance floor and watched Kyra move. And damn, the woman had some great moves.
    She wore a long-sleeved, red silk blouse, dark blue jeans that clung to her shapely legs like a lover’s hands, and shiny black boots. Her hips swayed with the beat and her feet flew, keeping up with the complicated steps of the dance. He watched her toss her head back and laugh, and he was caught by the way her eyes shone and her whole face lit up with pleasure.
    He’d never seen Kyra like this.
    Always, at the office, she was the career-committed female, on the way up. She was good at her job and concentrated on the work. She was usually pleasant, always efficient and completely annoying. And still he’d noticed her.
    Hadn’t wanted to, but how could he have helped it? Any man would have been drawn to the scent of her. The look of her, softly feminine in slacks and jackets that looked as if they’d been designed especially for her.
    At Voltage, she was an irritant who touched him in ways he didn’t like to think about.
    But here at Rio’s she was someone else entirely. And something inside him tightened into a knot of hunger so raw, so strong, it surprised even him.
    He’d only dropped by the club to see the owner, an old friend from college. But he’d been trapped there the moment he saw Kyra headed for the dance floor.
    As the song ended, the band jumped quickly into another, not wanting to lose the crowd up dancing. Kyra and the dark-haired woman she was talking to automatically started moving again, keeping their places in the long line of dancers.
    And almost before Garrett knew it, he was stepping up beside the tall blonde with the beautiful eyes.
    She laughed, spun, kicked her right heel, then looked up at him, and all semblance of joy drained from her face. Her shining eyes went flat and cool and suspicious.
    He was surprised to realize he didn’t like the fact she was so upset at running into him.
    â€œMs. Fortune,” he said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the band.
    â€œMr. Wolff,” she muttered, then started backing off the floor.
    Damn it. She couldn’t get away fast enough. He never should have talked to her. Should have just left. But how the hell could he have done that after seeing her smile? Laugh? Dance? “Going somewhere?” he asked.
    â€œI’m tired.”
    â€œYou don’t look tired.” Just