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let’s get out there and show those boys what they’ve been missing! Claire O’Donnell is back on the single’s list!” Marie shouted her last sentence and waved her arms in the air like she was at a rave, and Claire couldn’t help the small smile on her lips. She had to admit it would be nice to find a guy that wasn’t Eric Slate. He’d been so boring in bed she’d almost cried the one night.
    “Yeah, single again, yippee,” Claire said with her small smile as she let Marie stuff a clutch purse under her arm and some heels that sparkled and looked like a naughty version of Alice in Wonderland’s red flats.
    Their ride to the club was not as glamorous as the time they’d spent together getting ready, considering the cab driver looked like he barely knew where he was going. They were ten minutes late for the opening of the newest club in the city, but Claire’s name had been on the list of the invited. Why, she had not a clue, but she figured it had something to do with the club wanting publicity. Almost everyone at that place was going to be a member of New York’s socialite club, and even if she hadn’t been dating Eric Slater for three years, she’d still have been invite d .

Chapter Two
     
    “I wish someone would have told me the theme was something from the fifties,” Marie whispered as she looked around at the tables and the bartender wearing a suit and bow tie. Women were walking around in shortened pencil skirts with slits in the sides and button down, white blouses that showed generous cleavage. From what Claire could tell, they were the waitresses.
    There was dancing going on, but the music playing was modern jazz and some of the couples looked like they didn’t know how to dance to anything but hip-hop. Claire felt a grin tugging at her lips as she headed for the bar and sat down. It was an easygoing, carefree environment without the hassles of loud, thumping music and nowhere to sit. There were plenty of stools at the bar and a section of tables off to one side.
    Marie sat beside her with an odd look on her face as she continued to stare at the inside of the nightclub. There were some that were obviously enjoying the scene, but there were a few that were put off-by the club’s obvious theme. Maybe the owner should have mentioned it in the invitation.
    “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” a booming voice interrupted what Marie was about to say and Claire had to postpone her drink order as she turned to the far end of the dance floor.
    A man stood wearing a black suit and tie that screamed money. His hair was hidden beneath a hat more befitting for sixty years prior to the date, but somehow he made it look sexy. His shiny shoes caught the light as it was shone on him and Marie made an appreciative noise next to Claire. “I gotta get me some of that,” she whispered in Claire’s ear.
    “Good luck. I think there’s about a hundred women already thinking the same thing,” Claire shot back as she turned away from the man. Yes, he was good looking, but there was something too slick and suave about him that bothered her.
    Marie could have him.
    “As you can see, Nostalgia is-” And that’s when Claire stopped listening. She turned back to the bartender and ordered her candied orange martini and sipped it as she looked at the choices of alcohols behind the man. The woodwork of the bar was impressive and must have cost a pretty penny, but what she was more impressed with was the man reflected in the mirror about four seats down from her.
    He fit in with the club in a way that was eerie.
    Vaguely, Claire was aware of Marie leaving her side for the dance floor. The two of them were in agreement that Claire would never have to dance in public. In these shoes, she’d do more than just embarrass herself; she’d probably kill someone.
    It didn’t bother her that she had been left alone at the bar. She was too busy eyeing the light skinned man wearing a black suit, white shirt, and black tie.