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"Fiona—"

"He was hot, Zara. I bet he knows what to do. And now, who knows where he went? I'm never going to see him again," she gripes.

Relief hits me. Kirill needs to never look at Fiona again. I wave my hand at the dance floor. "This room is full of eligible suitors. Look around."

The server comes in with a bucket, a new bottle of champagne poking out from the top. She sets it down. "Cristal, from the gentleman. He said he sends his apologies."

Fiona excitedly glances around. "Where is he?"

The server points to the balcony across the way.

We glance up, and my stomach dives.

Kirill stares intently at Fiona. He briefly glances at me and then turns his gaze back to Fiona.

The server fills two glasses and hands one to each of us. Fiona tearsher eyes off of Kirill, but only for a brief second. Then she holds her glass in the air and nods at him.

Kirill nods back, and I shiver.

She takes a sip and smiles.

He turns and walks away.

"Maybe he's coming down here," she gushes.

"Fiona, he doesn't look like somebody you should get involved with."

"Oh, please, who says anything about getting involved with him? I can have some fun tonight." Her face lights up.

I groan, ordering, "Pick another guy. Look at the huge selection."

"Stop saying that. I'm not interested," she insists, then takes another sip, searching the crowd for Kirill.

He never appears.

I spend the night with my gut in knots, waiting for him to show up.

Fiona waits as well, but as time passes, she grows more and more upset. After an hour, we finally return to the dance floor. I make her dance with other men. We have a good time, but I can tell she's still thinking about him.

My only hope is that she never sees him again.

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27

Sean

The SUV pulls up to a strip club. The pink neon sign blinks: LEGS.

I groan. "Seriously?"

Brax's mischievous grin lights up his face. "You didn't think we'd go somewhere lame, did you?"

My stomach flips. I've never enjoyed going to strip clubs. It's not that I won't go, but I'd rather have my own woman grinding on me than a stranger who does it for any man who'll wave a few bills at her. But Brax loves them. So we've had plenty of crazy nights out at clubs.

Now that I'm married, this isn't a great situation to put me in. I suggest, "Why don't we go somewhere else?"

He grunts. "No way. This is your bachelor party, not a dinner with your pregnant wife."

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