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Debbie, on the other hand, was not only blond and beautiful, she had a way about her that seemed to draw men into her realm. She was fun and nice, not to mention extremely intelligent. And over the past year, they’d been good friends and study partners. But at this moment, Kiera could honestly say that she hated Debbie. Because Kiera knew that Debbie was going to talk to the stranger. Kiera could see it in Debbie’s eyes and was helpless to stop the action. Kiera felt helpless, desperate to keep Debbie from acquiring yet another conquest, but unable to come up with any ideas on how to stop her from working her magic.

Kiera had no doubt that Debbie was going to approach the man. It was in her eyes and Kiera glanced over at the man, her eyes worried as she gauged the distance between Debbie and the man.

But as soon as she found him through the crowd, she realized that he was looking at her!

Debbie was even primping, doing her best to get noticed. Kiera looked from Debbie to the stranger, wondering when he would notice the blond beauty standing next to her.

The stranger’s eyes never wavered and Kiera’s stomach did flip flops at the realization.

They made their way down the hallway to the ladies’ room and Kiera breathed a sigh of relief. One gauntlet down, one more to go. Maybe she could get Debbie out of the bar. Maybe if they just left, Debbie wouldn’t have time to set her sights on…

“Did you see him again?” Debbie gushed as they both washed their hands.

Kiera’s throat constricted when she noticed the light of intent in Debbie’s eyes. “I’m going to talk to him,” she declared. Kiera sighed with resignation. When Debbie went on the prowl, men tended to fall to their knees and worship her.

She fluffed her blond hair one more time and Kiera wished she had done something more interesting with her out-of-control curls. They floated around her like some sort of bohemian gypsy instead of being smooth and glossy-straight like Debbie’s blond hair. Debbie even had those pretty blue eyes that she could bat at any man and have him desperate to do her bidding. Kiera stared at her boring brown eyes, wishing for the first time that her face could be more interesting, more devastatingly beautiful. Her lashes might be long, but her mouth was too wide and too full, her nose too small to be anything other than cute instead of sophisticated and interesting. Her cheeks weren’t gaunt, which was so hip lately. She even had a sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of her nose and her cheeks that she normally covered up with makeup but hadn’t bothered tonight, much to her irritation now.

With a sigh, Kiera looked behind her at Debbie’s luscious figure, wondering how long it would be before Debbie had the stranger wrapped around her pinky finger.

They stepped out of the hallway, Kiera holding her head down, not wanting to watch Debbie snag yet another man. Why couldn’t her friend leave this one alone? Why couldn’t she just let one, this special one, go about his business and not make him fall under her spell?

Suddenly, her path was blocked and someone was holding a beer towards her. She looked up, but all she saw was a denim clad chest. It was an extraordinarily muscular chest, she noticed. Her heartbeat picked up rapidly because she knew exactly who this man was. Her eyes continued to climb and she couldn’t believe it when her light brown eyes captured the ice blue ones of her stranger.

The man was smiling down at her, not even noticing her blond friend beside her. Of course, Kiera had no idea if Debbie was still there or if she’d moved on. It was just this man, herself and her racing heart.

“I wish I could come up with some witty line to get your attention, but I’ll admit, I’m stumped,” he said with a deep voice that reminded her of spicy chocolate.

Kiera tried to smile. She tried to catch her breath. But with this man standing so close to her, his body heat and that incredible male scent wafting towards her, she just couldn’t think. “I believe I’m in the same situation,” she replied nervously.

He looked down at her hands and smiled. “I noticed you were drinking beer. I got you another one,” he said, referring to the second beer he still had in his hands. “I know that