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a good-looking traveler asking her for an impromptu date. “No, I’m sorry I can’t. I’m committed to staying at Elin’s hen party. You’re the only rooster in the room.”
    He laughed in a deep manly voice that tantalized her ears. “Can I buy you a drink then?”
    She held up her cocktail glass. “My apologies again, I’m limiting myself to two drinks in case something goes wrong tonight.” Around her, the Henriettas’ chatter buzzed with excitement. Painted fingernails clenched small perfume bottles. Mist squirted onto wrists and cleavage. Kyra’s stomach flip-flopped as the air of anticipation thickened in the lounge.
    “Then I’ll stay and keep watch with you,” he said with confidence.
    Why would an outsider stay in a room full of klutzy women he didn’t know?
    All of a sudden, a loud siren from an emergency vehicle wailed through the hotel. The warning signal came from the vicinity of the car park. The alarm faded as quickly as it started. She looked to Maddy to see if the fullback had noticed the strange sound.
    Maddy finished her conservations with Denise and Susie and crossed the floor again. Before Kyra could respond to Joe’s offer to keep her company, she felt a tap on her right shoulder.
    “The star’s name is Sergeant Paul,” Maddy whispered in Kyra’s ear. “Stage name, that is. Here he comes.”
    “What?” Kyra put her drink down on a table as a muscle-bound policeman dressed in a body-hugging uniform marched through the French doors. He stomped his knee high boots on the hardwood floor.
    “Who’s causing the civil disobedience around here?” he asked in a guttural voice.
    Joe moved in closer to Kyra’s left side. “What’s going on?”
    Kyra cleared her throat. “I think you should return to the front bar.” Her heart beat faster. “You don’t want to be around when the Henriettas lose control of their hormones.”
    “No, you’re the one with a build-up of frustration that’s ready to pop.” Maddy’s voice was loud enough for Joe to hear.
    Kyra squeezed her hands together to stop herself reaching across to muffle Maddy’s whale of a mouth. “The policeman actor is going to cause problems, and I’ll hold you responsible,” she muttered to Maddy.
    The fake cop took off his sunglasses and, with a stern face he scanned the room.
    “Poor Ka-Ka, you’re always blaming someone else when life gives you a lemon to suck on,” Maddy said. “If you had more lay-ins with hot-blooded blokes, you wouldn’t dump your letdowns onto Elin.” The policeman’s attention fixed on Maddy. She smiled and pointed her finger at the bride-to-be.
    The actor strode toward Elin.
    “How can playing up with another man be a good way for Elin to celebrate her upcoming wedding to Marco?” Kyra asked, outraged.
    With a deadpan expression on her face, Maddy said, “We know Elin better than you do, so shut up. She’s a dirty princess who’s been kissed by a geeky accountant.” She waltzed off in her chunky heels.
    “That’s a terrible way to describe a couple about to get married,” Kyra said to Joe.
    Joe’s pale face appeared in front of her. “You look shaken.”
    “Elin’s fiancé is a responsible man from a wealthy family of Italian migrants,” she said, defending Maddy’s attack on Marco. “It’s not his fault he’s not very tall for a man and he wears thick black glasses.” He’s besotted with Elin, and she’s an adorable, kind-hearted person. Her thoughts were rambling, along with her mouth and she couldn’t stop even though Joe’s tense face suggested she should button it. “Maddy thinks Marco will make Elin give up hockey to breed lots of little Marcos.”
    Joe’s jaw clamped, a pulse beating at the side of his neck.
    “I’m being a harpy.” She flicked the hair off her shoulders. “Maddy is right. I’m dumping my emotions on other people when I shouldn’t.”
    “No, I didn’t hear it that way.” When the color returned to his face he said, “Come, sit