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entering.
                  “Excuse me,” said Kitty, getting to her feet. “I see someone I must talk to for the wedding.”
                  Trudy nodded, but her gaze was locked on Michael, as Kitty padded off through the terrace cafe and passed into the candlelit lounge.
                  Johnny lowered into a bar stool, his back to Kitty, and motioned for the bartender. His arm was in a sling, and from what she’d gleaned through the window, his face was badly bruised.
                  “How are you?” She asked, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, all of which startled him.
                  “Oh, you scared me,” he said, shifting in his seat, and then shouted to the bartender who’d wandered off, “Make it two! You like whiskey, right?”
                  “I like everything,” she said easily, as she took the stool next to him. “You don’t look so good.”
                  “You should’ve seen me yesterday,” he said with an eye roll to indicate he’d looked much worse. “I was so hopped up from adrenaline I didn’t even know that my arm was broken and I’d dislocated my shoulder.”
                  “Johnny, I’ve lost sleep over this,” she confided. “The way you described the accident... It seemed intentional.”
                  He drew in a deep breath as though he’d considered the possibility.
                  “Have you talked to the police?”
                  “Not outside of the responding officers,” he admitted. “It’s a felony, you know, driving from the scene of an accident. They’re taking it very seriously.”
                  “But are they taking it as a premeditated attack?” she asked.
                  “No,” he said, dryly. “I didn’t go there, you know? I haven’t got a clue who’d want to hurt me.”
                  The bartender placed the whiskeys on the counter and Kitty was quick with cash.
                  “It’s okay if you drink?” she asked, concerned he may have received medication at the hospital—painkillers and such that could react negatively with alcohol.
                  “It should be fine if I take it easy.”
                  “Will you? I mean, bachelor parties tend to get a little wild,” she pointed out.
                  “I’ll be fine.”
                  Johnny ran his fingers through his dark hair, a gesture quite similar to Erik’s, Kitty noted. The two were close and had taken on each other’s mannerisms over the years, which they were often teased about, especially since they were very much alike in other ways: nearly identical in height and weight, similar build, the same boyish good looks and charming nature. In a lot of ways they looked more closely related than Erik did with his own brother, Derek.
                  “I don’t want Mandy to see me like this,” he said darkly.
                  “Technically, she shouldn’t,” Kitty offered. “The two parties aren’t supposed to mix.”
                  “But they will,” he stated. “How could they not?”
                  Well, that was Kitty’s job tonight, to prevent such an occurrence—Erik’s orders.
                  Like all men, Johnny had a deeply seeded attraction to Mandy Maple and Kitty couldn't blame him. Her old college friend really was a perfect ten, inside and out.
                  “They’re just happy you’re okay,” she assured him.
                  “Erik’s not happy about his car, I’ll tell you that much.” Johnny knocked back his whiskey and ordered another to Kitty’s surprise. There would be plenty of beverages at the bachelor party. What was his rush?
                  She wondered if he was keeping something from