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leaned in closer to her ear. 'I think she was trying to subtly draw attention away from your lips. Doesn’t work though, but bless her for trying.'
    Amanda stood open mouthed and speechless as I turned in victory, and slowly sashayed away, with as much sassiness as I could muster. Aware that my back was turned to her, I hunched my shoulders slightly, bracing myself for a possible outburst of attack. None came.
    The months of daydreaming what I would say if I had the chance of meeting Amanda filtered into my mind. I'd screamed endlessly at mirrors; furiously scribbled out faces on photos of resembling figures, and on one occasion shamefully decapitated my nephew's teddy bear, after Stella had offered it as an Amanda voodoo doll.
    I felt like I was on an emotional high.   Thanks to her inspiring lips and hair, I’d been able to make as clear a dent in her pride, as she had in mine by stealing my fiancé. Admittedly without her new appearance to pick fault with, I would have struggled with knowing how best to react to the situation. But things had planned out perfectly. I couldn’t wait to tell Mel.
    I found Mel in the large kitchen, talking with friends. All ears pricked to attention as I excitedly relayed my confrontation with Amanda.
    Three consecutive, celebratory alcoholic shots later, news on the grapevine travelled back to us that both Amanda and Will had made an early exit from the party. Much to my relief.
    Mel had taken the celebratory shots for my Amanda victory a little too far. It wasn't long before she was rounding up those in the kitchen to dance the Conga. Too polite and perhaps a little too drunken ourselves to dec line the rambling, crazy Latino, we formed a wobbly line and took cue as Mel pelted out song lyrics, laughing hysterically.
    It was somewhere between kicking out my left leg and bringing it back towards me, that I locked eyes with the man standing in the kitchen doorway, looking amused. I quickly scrambled out of my position behind Mel, to straighten my dress and act as if I had been caught in intelligent conversation, as opposed to making a tit of myself dancing.
    The man moved towards me and grabbed my waist without warning. I tried to resist as his firm hands fixed securely on my hips, but as I looked over my shoulder into his eyes I knew I’d never stand a chance.
    I blushed with embarrassment as he gaily proceeded to Conga with me around the kitchen, Mel and the others taking the opportunity to attach themselves to our newly formed 'train'. After much consci ous laughter and three more leg kicks, we collapsed against the nearby counter top. His hands disconnected from my body and my palms began to feel sweaty at the sudden awareness that he was moving around, to stand directly facing me.
    'Well well, you certainly know how to move those hips don’t you' he said in a voice deep and sexy, with a hint of playfulness. I felt myself flush as I looked properly at his face for the first time.
    Sparkling deep blue eyes bore intently into my own, as if able to read my soul. A pronounced strong jaw gave him a rugged edge; yet the soft laughter lines around his mouth and eyes told me that he wasn't the moody, dark, stranger his looks depicted. Dressed in jeans and a white collarless shirt, baring a hint of a broad, tanned chest; he was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Very much husband material. I held his gaze.
    'I guess that's because it’s not every day I get to dance around with a gorgeous man attached to me.' I bit down on my lip.
    Where had that quick and witty retort come from? Usually I was a tongue tied mess around any man remotely handsome and flirtatious. Even Mel looked impressed and raised a discreet eyebrow in encouragement.
    Laughing, he propped his elbow against the counter and angled himself in closer towards me, our sides almost touching.
    'I'm Edward, a business acquaintance of Carl's .' He reached out to take a sip of the glass of wine set down on the work surface. Wine. Not