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loud taunts. But Maddy hadn’t used Kyra’s proper name in the conversation, or had she? Kyra couldn’t remember. A lump the size of a jetty pylon jammed in her throat. “Yes,” she squeezed out between pursed lips.

Chapter Three
    When the mystery man took a step closer to Kyra, she took a hasty step backward. Her lust-o-meter was zinging, and about to break. She placed her icy glass against her heated cheek and welcomed the cool relief.
    The corner of his mouth quirked upward.
    She huffed.
    He watched her during an awkward silence that followed. She looked at him closely and their eyes locked. Instead of seeing a playboy who was sure of himself and his arousing effect on women, there was uncertainty glowing in the depths of his brown eyes.
    All his attention was directed exclusively at her. No, no, no, she didn’t want to feel the sexy vibes zapping between them.
    The chattering voices of the Henriettas dimmed. The figures of the party guests faded into the background, and all she saw was a man as captivated by her presence as she was with his.
    “Hello,” she said. She had to get away from him, quick-smart. Stay safe from the pull of his magnetism, but her legs wouldn’t move. She was stuck, and the unnatural silence continued as they stared at each other inside an intense bubble of attraction.
    He’s the one. He’s the amazing man you’ve waited for, to change your life, to marry, have kids…
    No, no, no… She wasn’t ready to get involved with a guy again. Her rebellious thoughts were mimicking Elin’s life plans. She remembered all the cozy, girly chats about Elin’s happy future with Marco. The conversations must have colored Kyra’s thinking without her noticing.
    “Hi, my name is Joe.” He offered his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kyra.”
    When she shook his hand, tingles shot through her body. Yes, she was confusing Elin’s reality with her own lonely-for-love situation. This stranger standing before her wasn’t ‘the one’, since she wasn’t waiting for a guy to sweep her off her feet and into the bedroom. His scent surrounded her, but thankfully he wasn’t a stink-bomb of alcohol, body odor and stale musk. He smelled as good as he looked, and that was the source of her real drama.
    Animal attraction!
    The possibility of ‘O’ la-la orgasms, when, where and how with him?
    He was swamping her body with sex hormones.
    “I’m pleased to meet you, too.” Could he please stay on the other side of the room where she could keep away from lusty temptation? She’d learnt her lessons about shallow guys and fickle relationships. Uh-huh.
    “I was having a quiet drink in the front bar when I heard a gathering of people next door,” he said.
    She could resist his superficial appeal. He was the first guy to give her a flush of hormones in a year. He probably wouldn’t be the last. He also represented an opportunity for her to pull herself together and prove she was over her past relationship mistakes.
    “I saw you there, standing among the sleazy guys,” she said with disgust.
    He lifted his chin high. “I had a word with the manager. He decided the young men’s behavior was over the top, and he ordered them to leave the hotel.”
    “It’s a relief to know they’ll be gone when I want to go home.”
    “I thought I’d wander in and see if there was some live entertainment, a music band or something about to start playing in here.” He looked her in the eye as he took a sip of a drink that smelt like whiskey. “Who are all of these girls?”
    “The girls are, in fact, grown women,” she said. There was a flicker of disapproval in his eyes at her curt tone before he shuttered his gaze. She softened her voice to say, “My girlfriend, Elin, invited her hockey team buddies to celebrate her upcoming wedding.”
    “The bride plays hockey?” The surprise in his voice was real. “That’s a rough sport for a woman, isn’t it?”
    “It’s a skilled competition to hit the ball