men from the fakes. But maybe Maddy was wrong about Joe.
Kyra’s headache of indecision pained. Was Joe a good guy or a rotten apple?
She swallowed to soothe her dry throat. “How did Maddy pick Joe to be Marco’s spy?” she asked Denise.
The midfielder shot Kyra a patronizing look as if to say, are you stupid or what? “Dearie, did Joe leave you with a brain freeze? Snap out of it!”
Kyra finger-combed her messy hair, “I’m not taking anything that comes out of Maddy’s mouth as sincere until I discover the truth for myself.” Her fingers snagged a knot, and with a jerk of her hand, she ripped the strands apart. “It’s a serious accusation she’s making about Joe. Is she just being nasty and creating another drama, or does she have evidence to back up her claim?”
Susie harrumphed at Kyra. “Why do you doubt Maddy?” She swept a hand across the pleats in her kilt, making the tartan shimmer with red and blue color. “Do you know Joe? What’s his full name? Where does he live? What’s his job? Ka-Ka, the playboy is a stranger. Don’t you want to know if you’re infatuated with a mole?”
Kyra shifted in her heels and glanced at a table, longing to sit down and take a moment to think. But at the same time, her doubts were growing about Joe. There was a nagging voice in her head telling her to hear the evidence about the surprise guest before she made up her mind. “You’re going to tell me, anyway. So go ahead then. Get it done with.”
Susie and Denise exchanged frazzled looks with one another.
“Tell Ka-Ka in black and white because she’s too lust-struck to get grey,” the redhead said to Denise.
“Okay let’s start from the beginning.” Denise rubbed a hand across her eyes. “Maddy picked that Joe wasn’t a regular guy almost straight away.”
“So she’s a genius.” Kyra shrugged. “But I thought the same about him.”
“He was too full of his own mojo to be a complete stranger who accidently walked into a hen party. If it was an honest boo-boo of wrong room or wrong time, he should have turned around and walked straight back out again. Why didn’t he?”
“Perhaps, he should have left, but he didn’t because we started a casual conversation about his holiday in Perth, and there wasn’t an urgent reason to finish it. I enjoyed the banter with him.”
“How about this…It’s weird he stayed in the lounge with us. How many men invite themselves to hen parties?” Denise grimaced.
“Men do go to hen parties, you know,” Kyra countered. “There may not be too many males interested, but it’s not the shock of the century.”
“Maddy watched him quickly latch onto you so he could hang around longer.”
A salty flavor crept into Kyra’s mouth. Latched on? Is that how Joe’s actions appeared to the Henriettas?
Denise continued with her frank talk. “Maddy checked that none of us knew him first before she passed the word around to watch out for the TDH guy because he’s a man on a mission.”
Kyra went deathly still inside. The questioning voice inside her head fell silent. She was all ears now, listening carefully to every word Denise spoke.
“So then me and Susie and all of the girls watched him, watch you and Elin. The only two women in the room he seemed interested in.”
Goosebumps started between Kyra’s shoulder blades and spread over her body. “I didn’t see him pay any attention to what Elin was doing.”
“He tracked you both with his eyes the whole time and mostly ignored the rest of us,” Denise said.
“The Henriettas knew we had a problem,” Susie said. “The rooster with an agenda had to go. All we needed was a plan to push his spying ass out the door.”
Kyra thought back through all her conversations with Joe. Initially, she was as surprised as the rest of the women, that he didn’t immediately leave the lounge after finding out about the hen party. He’d said he would stay and keep watch for trouble with her. A queer buzzing
Kyra’s headache of indecision pained. Was Joe a good guy or a rotten apple?
She swallowed to soothe her dry throat. “How did Maddy pick Joe to be Marco’s spy?” she asked Denise.
The midfielder shot Kyra a patronizing look as if to say, are you stupid or what? “Dearie, did Joe leave you with a brain freeze? Snap out of it!”
Kyra finger-combed her messy hair, “I’m not taking anything that comes out of Maddy’s mouth as sincere until I discover the truth for myself.” Her fingers snagged a knot, and with a jerk of her hand, she ripped the strands apart. “It’s a serious accusation she’s making about Joe. Is she just being nasty and creating another drama, or does she have evidence to back up her claim?”
Susie harrumphed at Kyra. “Why do you doubt Maddy?” She swept a hand across the pleats in her kilt, making the tartan shimmer with red and blue color. “Do you know Joe? What’s his full name? Where does he live? What’s his job? Ka-Ka, the playboy is a stranger. Don’t you want to know if you’re infatuated with a mole?”
Kyra shifted in her heels and glanced at a table, longing to sit down and take a moment to think. But at the same time, her doubts were growing about Joe. There was a nagging voice in her head telling her to hear the evidence about the surprise guest before she made up her mind. “You’re going to tell me, anyway. So go ahead then. Get it done with.”
Susie and Denise exchanged frazzled looks with one another.
“Tell Ka-Ka in black and white because she’s too lust-struck to get grey,” the redhead said to Denise.
“Okay let’s start from the beginning.” Denise rubbed a hand across her eyes. “Maddy picked that Joe wasn’t a regular guy almost straight away.”
“So she’s a genius.” Kyra shrugged. “But I thought the same about him.”
“He was too full of his own mojo to be a complete stranger who accidently walked into a hen party. If it was an honest boo-boo of wrong room or wrong time, he should have turned around and walked straight back out again. Why didn’t he?”
“Perhaps, he should have left, but he didn’t because we started a casual conversation about his holiday in Perth, and there wasn’t an urgent reason to finish it. I enjoyed the banter with him.”
“How about this…It’s weird he stayed in the lounge with us. How many men invite themselves to hen parties?” Denise grimaced.
“Men do go to hen parties, you know,” Kyra countered. “There may not be too many males interested, but it’s not the shock of the century.”
“Maddy watched him quickly latch onto you so he could hang around longer.”
A salty flavor crept into Kyra’s mouth. Latched on? Is that how Joe’s actions appeared to the Henriettas?
Denise continued with her frank talk. “Maddy checked that none of us knew him first before she passed the word around to watch out for the TDH guy because he’s a man on a mission.”
Kyra went deathly still inside. The questioning voice inside her head fell silent. She was all ears now, listening carefully to every word Denise spoke.
“So then me and Susie and all of the girls watched him, watch you and Elin. The only two women in the room he seemed interested in.”
Goosebumps started between Kyra’s shoulder blades and spread over her body. “I didn’t see him pay any attention to what Elin was doing.”
“He tracked you both with his eyes the whole time and mostly ignored the rest of us,” Denise said.
“The Henriettas knew we had a problem,” Susie said. “The rooster with an agenda had to go. All we needed was a plan to push his spying ass out the door.”
Kyra thought back through all her conversations with Joe. Initially, she was as surprised as the rest of the women, that he didn’t immediately leave the lounge after finding out about the hen party. He’d said he would stay and keep watch for trouble with her. A queer buzzing
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