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on,” an unwelcome voice beside him prompted. “We should join them.”

      “I’m not dancing,” he said flatly, settling for another glass of sweet champagne with a grimace.

      Her gaze landed on the glass and her straight eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Surely you’re not going to use Suzy and Michael’s wedding as an excuse to get drunk?”

      Deliberately provocative, he raised the tulip-glass in a mocking toast. “I’m celebrating the love that you believe in.”

      “Don’t be so flippant.” Her disapproval deepened. “This is the happiest day of Suzy and Michael’s life and you’re going to ruin it for them if you carry on. And all because you’re too busy feeling sorry for yourself.”

      Connor blinked in disbelief. “What did you say?” He couldn’t have heard right. Everyone had been pussyfooting around the subject of Dana and Paul’s affair. Surely she wouldn’t dare…

      Their eyes locked. Hers were more green than brown, flashing little flecks of gold. It wasn’t pity he read there but disdain.

      He’d heard perfectly. And grew convinced this woman would dare anything.

      Anger knotted in his chest.

      “Snap out of it. Think of someone except yourself for a change. It’s only a couple more hours.” Her gaze dropped to the glass in front of him. “And I suggest you slow down on the alcohol.”

      “I don’t know who you think you are—” he lowered his voice to a lethal rasp “—but you are way out of line.”

      “I’m Victoria.” A grim smile accompanied the words. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the bride’s best friend—” she emphasized best“—but I don’t understand how Michael can call you a friend at all. I certainly haven’t seen you do anything to deserve it.”

      Her words stung. He was on his feet before he could think. “I don’t have to listen to this!”

      Startled dismay flitted across her face. She cast a quick glance to where the bride was nestled in the groom’s arms. Michael chose that moment to glance at them over the top of Suzy’s curls. Victoria muttered something that sounded suspiciously like an expletive, pushed her chair back and grabbed his hand.

      “Great.” The beaming smile she turned on him transformed her face. “Let’s get dancing.”

      Connor stared at her, poleaxed by the wattage of her smile. It made her look almost beautiful.

      He blurted out, “You should smile more often,” and in a daze followed her onto the dance floor.

      Michael slowed to a shuffle and mouthed, “Everything okay?”

      Crap, she was right. Again. He was being selfish. Forcing a smile, Connor gave Michael the thumbs-up.

      Everything was great.

       Right.

      Somehow the maid of honor was in his arms, swaying into the wedding waltz, her dress soft and silky under the hands he hadn’t even realized he’d placed on her waist.

      “How did you meet Michael?” she asked, still smiling up at him.

      He again noticed how lovely her mouth was and forgot the sheer fury she aroused in him. It was, after all, a very distracting mouth. One taste…it would surely rid his tongue of the aftertaste of that awful champagne.

      “We’re members of the same squash club. When our original partners stopped playing—” Paul had preferred the gym “—we were both at a loose end, so we teamed up.” That had been six years ago. Despite seeing his business partner every day of his life, Connor realized Michael had proved to be the better friend. He switched off that train of thought before the bleakness that had hovered over him for the past three days descended again.

      No Paul or Dana today.

      Not even dreaming up grisly plans for revenge.

      “Do you work with Suzy?” he asked, determined to get his mind out of the rut it kept drifting back to. Maybe Michael was right and a date with Victoria would be a good distraction.

      The smile faded and her eyes turned cool. “I’m an accountant—Michael told you that, remember?”

      “That’s right.” No, a date with Victoria would be a very bad idea. “But should you have reminded me? Isn’t that rude?” He gave her a sharklike smile that held no humor.

      “Not as impolite as your evident disinterest—you can’t even remember my name.”

      Touché. He took in the flare of rosy color on her cheeks, the sparkle of spirit in her eyes. How had he ever thought she was dreary? “Your name is Victoria. And I can’t think why I thought you were a teacher.”

      “Perhaps because I know Suzy?”

      No, it was that silent reserve, and the way she didn’t hesitate to correct him. He wasn’t accustomed to that—except from his assistant Iris. And that was different; Iris was a friend of his mother’s and had known him for three decades.

      “It’s the way you told me off.”

      She slanted him an upward glance. “Yesterday or just now? Either way, you deserved it.”

      Connor tried to convince himself that yesterday’s scene had been her fault, but he couldn’t shrug off the discomfort that lingered at the memory of the expression in Suzy’s eyes. Telling himself that Victoria had provoked him didn’t wash. He was accountable for his own actions, and the fact that his life was in chaos was irrelevant.

      Instead of responding, he simply shrugged.

      “I think you need people to stand up to you more often.”

      She pursed that luscious mouth again and Connor had a wild desire to shake her out of her righteous complacency.

      “Everyone seems to know what I need.” Her lips parted and Connor got the impression she, too, was about to tell him exactly what she thought he needed. Wickedly determined to silence her, he drew her closer into his arms, bent his head and murmured in her ear, “Michael thinks I need a woman.”

      Alone with Suzy in the hotel’s honeymoon suite where they’d retreated to mend the flounce of Suzy’s wedding dress, Victoria couldn’t forget the heady excitement that dancing with Connor had aroused—or the words he’d whispered in her ear.

       Michael thinks I need a woman.

      His touch on her waist…the way he made her feel so fragile and feminine in his arms…the glorious male scent of him that had surrounded her. She shivered.

      Heavens, it had been too long since she’d dated if a man she despised could reduce her to quivering desire, she decided acerbically. Victoria pulled the final stitch tight and savagely snapped off the thread. “There, that should hold as long as you don’t put a heel through the hem again.”

      “Victoria, I need a favor.”

      Glancing up from where she knelt beside Suzy, Victoria met Suzy’s eyes in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors. “What’s the favor?”

      “Don’t feel you have to agree.”

      “How bad can it be? Come on, spit it out.”

      There was a pause as Victoria arranged the skirts around Suzy’s legs, waiting. Then, “It’s harder than I thought it would be.”

      At the hesitant note in Suzy’s voice, Victoria’s attention sharpened. She rocked back on her heels—no easy task given the close-fitting sheath dress she’d chosen to wear. “You can ask me anything—you know that.”

      “This is different…it’s difficult. And I’m going to swear you to secrecy if you agree. You can never, ever tell anyone about it.”

      Curiouser

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