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vibes of physical chemistry he gave off were high voltage, a dangerous threat to her blood pressure and peace of mind.
    Keeping out of trouble was Kyra’s priority, not making eyes at a hottie. She turned her back on him and on the superficial, skin-deep attraction, to take a long sip of her drink. “Maddy, what were you saying about the party surprise?”
    “What’s wrong with you?” Maddy whined. “Mr. Right is eating you up with his eyes. Why are you standing here like a block of ice and not melting into a puddle?”
    Little did Maddy know that Kyra was trying to smolder the firebrand he’d thrown across the room at her. “I’m not here to pick up men,” she said, flustered. “I care about Elin’s happiness. Tell me what’s going on?”
    “He could knock the snooty stuffing out of you and make you feel real good.” Maddy smiled at the stranger and then threw her arms in the air. “Mr. Right is walking out of the room because he’s already given up flirting with you.”
    “Good,” Kyra said, bluffing, but inside she felt deflated, as if a hot-air balloon had popped and dropped her back to earth with a thud.
    “You’re so hoity-toity, and he’s so about to get a surprise in the car park.”
    “I’ll see about that.” Kyra went to walk off to the car park but Maddy grabbed Kyra’s arm to stop her. “You’re not going to interfere with the flashy gig I paid for.”
    Kyra’s tracked his walk to the French doors that led to the garden restaurant. “What are you talking about?”
    “Well, you know how Elin likes men in uniform?” Maddy’s smirk changed into a prankster smile. “This is her last chance to flush the fetish out of her noggin before she becomes Mrs. Marco Polo.”
    Kyra tasted vinegar as she peered at her bestie who, she knew, harbored bad girl fantasies about guys in the armed forces. Tonight Elin wore slim fitting jeans, a beaded purple top and the radiant smile belonging to a bride-to-be.
    “Elin is about to make a serious commitment to a man she loves,” Kyra said, digging her fingers into her hips. “What if Marco hears about the men in uniform gig? If he’s a jealous type of guy, it could cause a huge fight between them. Do you want to take the risk Marco is chilled out about Elin having a good time with another man?” Her blood cooled at the unnecessary challenge to the couple’s happy day. “What exactly have you arranged?”
    Maddy’s blue eyes snared Kyra with the force of a woman determined to have her own way. “Your lectures are so boring and predictable,” Maddy ground out. “Drink up, because the Henrietta Hockey Team won’t stand for any side-lined players.”
    Kyra raised her voice. “Elin’s future is what’s important here.”
    All of sudden, whirling red and blue lights flashed through the French glass doors and onto the oyster-colored walls. The mystery man removed his hand from the door handle and hovered on his feet.
    “Yeah, well I’m not hanging around for your thaw out, honey,” Maddy chided. “Kyra, pull up your big girl panties from your ankles before you trip over them,” she said and stomped off.
    Maddy’s little party secret made Kyra groan with loathing. She dropped her gaze to the floor, wondering how the heck she was going to stay one step ahead of Mad Maddy, the hostess and trouble-maker extraordinaire. A moment later, a swanky pair of men’s leather shoes came into view.
    She lifted her head and met a man’s pair of brown eyes framed by lush eyelashes and brows. His long, straight nose divided his face into perfect symmetry. His full bottom lip and peaked top were full of kissable promise. She let go of her held breath. Mr. Right watched her with candid interest.
    “Excuse me, is your name Kyra?” he asked with a masculine purr that was a seductive tune for the ears.
    How did he know her name? Had he overheard Maddy’s conversation about knickers? The glint of humor in his eyes suggested yes, he had heard the fullback’s