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the guys in the front bar. No thanks. Kyra lifted her hand to the halter neck top of her dress to make sure her cleavage wasn’t peeping out between the folds of patterned purple and red chiffon. With a saccharine smile, she said, “Let’s talk about your love life instead.”
    The self-righteous expression on Maddy’s face soon faded. Then her eyes darted over the guests. “Well, I’m on the mark tonight. Who would believe Mr. Right invited himself to the party? And he’s looking for you, Ka-Ka.”
    Like a gullible fool, Kyra followed the direction of Maddy’s gaze. A tall, buff guy strode deeper into the lounge. Okay, so it seemed the arrival of the stranger must have caused the earlier fuss with Maddy, Susie and Denise. She could see why. The mystery man was gorgeous.
    An electrical charge zapped through her body. Then her eyes did a double-take, and her brain reloaded. Was he the same guy she’d seen in the front bar, a moment before she’d fled? The dark-haired man with the tanned complexion who’d looked her in the eyes, and hadn’t ogled her like she was a piece of meat?
    Her heart fluttered in her chest as he continued walking to the cocktail bar. His tight face swiveled, looking from one side of the room to the other.
    He was European looking—a dreamy, attractive guy wearing black tailored slacks and a snug white shirt. Her eyes melted over his fit body. Her cheeks flamed with heat. She checked the clips that held her long hair back from her face. He was so yummy looking and exotic, a real TDH—tall, dark and handsome man. It was as though no guy before him was worth remembering.
    There was nothing boyish about him as he stood with a commanding presence in a room full of women. Sad, but the masculine confidence oozing out of him was a sign and not one from the heavens above. She was gazing at a player . The hook-up warning bell rang through the lusty fog in her head.
    And she didn’t ignore the alarm.
    She listened to sanity and reason and thought about the necessary protection of her already crumbling well-being. There was no way she was going to give any attention to the tingles between her legs. Maddy’s vagina talk was making Kyra too aware of her single status, along with the damn good reasons why she didn’t have a boyfriend.
    She moistened her lips, knowing if she didn’t pay any attention to the aroused sensations stirred by this eye-catching man, they might just peak and fade.
    “It’s been awhile since you squeezed your thighs together for the ‘O’ la-la, orgasm-buster, huh?” Maddy taunted.
    Obviously, her low-key approach to checking out Romeo hadn’t slipped past the notice of hawk-eyed Maddy. It had been a year since she split up with Trent. She’d crawled down from her mountain of grief and given her life a make-over with a new job at Tisci Smallgoods.
    An empty feeling welled up inside her from the memory of the executive rat confessing his love for her. It was on his way out the apartment door, before he went to live with his other woman. She was model-pretty and carrying his baby. He was a rotter for saying he loved Kyra and following it with his goodbye.
    She didn’t believe him. He was a liar.
    Kyra fiddled with her glitzy earring. Two-timing Trent was a tough lesson in accepting that good looks were a fragile glue to keep a couple together. After that setback and the months of voluntary celibacy, she’d worked out her new relationship values. Honesty, friendship and trust were what she wanted from a guy, and she wasn’t going to compromise. No more love rats in her bed, or in her life.
    “I don’t need to squeeze my legs together. I run every other day to keep my thigh muscles in good shape,” Kyra said to discourage Maddy’s probing questions.
    Leaning against the bar, Mr. Right looked directly across the room at Kyra. Her heart banged like a rock-and-roll drum. Then his dark eyes found hers and his dazzling smile changed her toned thighs into floppy props. The