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her. Perhaps he had suspicions about who the hit-and-run driver could be, which he was too terrified to accept.
                  “I should get up to the penthouses,” Kitty explained as she rose from her stool. “And make sure everything’s in order for when the guests arrive.”
                  “Are you going to drink that?” Johnny was staring at her untouched whiskey, but Kitty thought it a bad idea for Johnny to knock it back. He’d already had at least two by her count.
                  “Certainly,” she said, lifting the glass to her mouth. She held her nose, figuratively speaking, and shot back the fiery liquid, which seemed to impress Johnny. “Pace yourself,” she warned, though kindly. “It’s going to be a long night.”
                  He snorted at that, but agreed, and soon Kitty was padding off through the lobby and growing mildly irritated that Becca Motley had yet to arrive. The woman was good for absolutely nothing except stealing other people’s dates.
                  Kitty stepped out of the elevator on the penthouse floor and was met with a torrent of strippers—men and women in seductive regalia—who were blocking the way for the caterer, servers and bartenders, as well as the decorator who was rushing from suite to suite to put on final touches.
                  “Can I please have everyone hired for the bachelor party go to the east suite,” Kitty shouted over the commotion. “And everyone here for the bachelorette party in the west suite?”
                  Gradually the herd separated, milling slowly in their respective directions, though it seemed a few of the lady strippers were hesitant to part ways with their male counterparts. Love was in the air…or at the very least the hope for sex.
                  Kitty dove into the bachelorette’s suite, knowing that arrangements would be lacking on this side if Becca couldn’t be bothered to show up on time.
                  But she had.
                  Becca stood in a slinky pink dress, not unlike to Kitty’s, and regarded the wedding planner with cool disinterest despite the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in upward of ten years.
                  “Hello, Becca,” said Kitty, trying to keep a lid on her irritation. “I didn’t realize you were here.”
                  “Kitty?” she asked. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
                  Kitty feared to imagine why that would be.
                  “How much weight have you gained?”
                  Kitty’s mouth pinched into a furious line, but she reminded herself that she’s never looked better.
                  That was Becca for you. The irony was that they had the exact same body type. Kitty feigned a smile and asked if she needed any help.
                  “No, I’m sure I’ve got a handle on it,” she said, declining.
                  Kitty doubted that.
                  “Well, I’ll be right across the hall in case you need me—”
                  “I won’t,” said Becca, snide yet smiling.
                  “The guests will start filtering in in fifteen minutes,” she reminded the redhead, and then started off for the door.
                  “Still single, aren’t you?” Becca called out. The simple question had sounded a lot like an insult.
                  “And you?” Kitty asked.
                  Becca shrugged. “I’m having too much fun to settle down.”
                  Stealing other people’s men , Kitty thought, but didn’t say.
                  The guests came sooner than expected and they didn’t filter in. In the blink of an eye, the bachelor suite was overrun with drunken jocks and rowdy businessmen, the tightly