deliberately humiliate me to play a game with a spy,” she said, her anger rising. “Why didn’t Maddy use her natural charm to chase Joe out of the hotel?” The evening was a living nightmare, a horror showcase of her dysfunctional relationships with the Henriettas and men.
“Yeah…she has a way of fixing serious man problems by grabbing her hockey stick and going after the dude’s balls. It usually scares them away for good,” Denise said. “But nah, she didn’t bring her hockey stick to the party, didn’t think she’d need to use it with a bunch of girlfriends.”
Susie laid a hand on Kyra’s arm. “Take it from me. You were a convincing hot mess. Joe swooped on you and forgot about Elin and Sergeant Paul. Thanks to you, we defeated the spy. He took off to the car park with his tail between his legs.”
Kyra’s temper exploded. Joe had used her as a cover for his spying activities, and Maddy had treated her as a decoy to distract him. The pair of despicable human beings had played off sides so they could both get what they wanted from her. Could the night get any worse? Her head was cuckoo and her heart in tatters from the abuse of the two cunning schemers.
“This is what I think of Maddy’s game plan.” Kyra leant across the table and swung her handbag into Denise’s side. “You’re a bunch of blood-sucking, fleabag disgraces.” She took another swing and then another.
The hockey player held up her arms in self-defense. “Eek… handbag attack,” she cried. “Someone help me, save me!”
Susie laughed brightly.
Kyra bobbed to her feet. “I’m out of here, bitches.”
“Sit down and shut up for a minute.” Denise yanked on Kyra’s arm to pull her back down to the seat. “Before you go off to hide and lick your wounds, accept our thanks for returning Elin’s party to her.”
When Kyra gave Denise’s tight fingers a slap, she loosed her grip. “Get out of my face,” she snapped.
Denise stood up. “Elin doesn’t know what you did for her, but the Henriettas saw the whole soap opera thing play out. None of us could have blindsided the mole like you did. You’re an awesome chick!”
Susie rose from her chair. “I reckon Kyra is a Luv Goddess, which is the top spot on the Henrietta Honor Board.”
“We should stop calling her Princess.”
“Yeah, I’ll go with that,” Susie applauded.
“Okay, from this night onwards,” Denise said in a posh voice, “Kyra shall be known as… Her Vadgesty.”
“Ma-ha, ha, ha, ma-ha ha…” Susie lost control of her cackles.
Kyra gave the two hockey clowns a death stare to send them on their way, and she didn’t blink until both of them high-tailed it to the bar. Then she emptied her tall glass and gazed at the French doors, waiting for the alcohol to numb her ravaged head and soothe her injured heart before she went to find Elin.
“For you, babe,” a guy said out of the blue. A hairy, masculine hand with midnight blue painted fingernails slid another cocktail glass across the table toward her. “Your friend, Maddy, ordered you a drink to cheer you up,” the uber-cool waiter said.
“Wonderful,” Kyra jeered.
“Sure thing,” he said, his gaze fixed on her chest.
Her thoughts drifted to the sad, empty woman she’d been when she’d ordered her first drink at the bar tonight. Her twenties had raced by, leaving her a cynical thirty year old whose romantic hopes and dreams had been battered. When she did meet the guy who set her heart on fire, he was a rotten, spying Mr. Wrong.
There was a lesson to be learnt from blindly giving into Joe’s seduction, but stuff it. Tomorrow she’d give herself a flogging for being an air-head.
“Cheers.” She raised the glass to end the conversation with the young barman.
When he left, she poked the straw through the delicious chocolate sprinkled cream to reach the underlying rum mixed with coconut juice. A door clicked open in the background. She half-turned on the seat to see Elin
“Yeah…she has a way of fixing serious man problems by grabbing her hockey stick and going after the dude’s balls. It usually scares them away for good,” Denise said. “But nah, she didn’t bring her hockey stick to the party, didn’t think she’d need to use it with a bunch of girlfriends.”
Susie laid a hand on Kyra’s arm. “Take it from me. You were a convincing hot mess. Joe swooped on you and forgot about Elin and Sergeant Paul. Thanks to you, we defeated the spy. He took off to the car park with his tail between his legs.”
Kyra’s temper exploded. Joe had used her as a cover for his spying activities, and Maddy had treated her as a decoy to distract him. The pair of despicable human beings had played off sides so they could both get what they wanted from her. Could the night get any worse? Her head was cuckoo and her heart in tatters from the abuse of the two cunning schemers.
“This is what I think of Maddy’s game plan.” Kyra leant across the table and swung her handbag into Denise’s side. “You’re a bunch of blood-sucking, fleabag disgraces.” She took another swing and then another.
The hockey player held up her arms in self-defense. “Eek… handbag attack,” she cried. “Someone help me, save me!”
Susie laughed brightly.
Kyra bobbed to her feet. “I’m out of here, bitches.”
“Sit down and shut up for a minute.” Denise yanked on Kyra’s arm to pull her back down to the seat. “Before you go off to hide and lick your wounds, accept our thanks for returning Elin’s party to her.”
When Kyra gave Denise’s tight fingers a slap, she loosed her grip. “Get out of my face,” she snapped.
Denise stood up. “Elin doesn’t know what you did for her, but the Henriettas saw the whole soap opera thing play out. None of us could have blindsided the mole like you did. You’re an awesome chick!”
Susie rose from her chair. “I reckon Kyra is a Luv Goddess, which is the top spot on the Henrietta Honor Board.”
“We should stop calling her Princess.”
“Yeah, I’ll go with that,” Susie applauded.
“Okay, from this night onwards,” Denise said in a posh voice, “Kyra shall be known as… Her Vadgesty.”
“Ma-ha, ha, ha, ma-ha ha…” Susie lost control of her cackles.
Kyra gave the two hockey clowns a death stare to send them on their way, and she didn’t blink until both of them high-tailed it to the bar. Then she emptied her tall glass and gazed at the French doors, waiting for the alcohol to numb her ravaged head and soothe her injured heart before she went to find Elin.
“For you, babe,” a guy said out of the blue. A hairy, masculine hand with midnight blue painted fingernails slid another cocktail glass across the table toward her. “Your friend, Maddy, ordered you a drink to cheer you up,” the uber-cool waiter said.
“Wonderful,” Kyra jeered.
“Sure thing,” he said, his gaze fixed on her chest.
Her thoughts drifted to the sad, empty woman she’d been when she’d ordered her first drink at the bar tonight. Her twenties had raced by, leaving her a cynical thirty year old whose romantic hopes and dreams had been battered. When she did meet the guy who set her heart on fire, he was a rotten, spying Mr. Wrong.
There was a lesson to be learnt from blindly giving into Joe’s seduction, but stuff it. Tomorrow she’d give herself a flogging for being an air-head.
“Cheers.” She raised the glass to end the conversation with the young barman.
When he left, she poked the straw through the delicious chocolate sprinkled cream to reach the underlying rum mixed with coconut juice. A door clicked open in the background. She half-turned on the seat to see Elin
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