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Not too over the top at all.
    Again, en masse we trooped to the bar. Hovering on the boundary of personal space, we chatted about skiing, the hot spots we had ventured into, the spa we were visiting the next day—anything we could think of to keep us there, hoping beyond all measure of hope that Des would turn around and provide an opportunity to speak to him.
    Nothing happened. We talked, but he didn’t turn around.
    “Move closer,” I whispered. En masse, we took a step backwards. Considering there were now nine of us, fortunately we did so without too much incident. “Ask me about my luck at the blackjack table,” I whispered to Kathleen.
    “So, Charlotte, how was your luck at the tables? Did you lose a bundle?” she dutifully enquired.
    I tried to sound confident, affluent, and knowledgeable. “I’m up seven.”
    “Oh!” the masses replied, as if I was a blackjack genius.
    Nonchalantly, I scanned the room, my gaze pausing at my target on the bar stool. Nope, still no notice from him . “Take another step back!” I commanded.
    With great courage and verve, the group took another step backward.
    “Bloody hell! Watch it, mate! You’ve gone and stepped on her foot!” growled Des. Brynn was grimacing in pain and rubbing her offended foot.
    “Oh, we’re so sorry, we were just trying to get the bartender’s attention,” Kathleen spoke up.
    “Quick on your feet, Kathleen! Well done!” I complimented while Des attended to his battle-wounded beauty.
    I stepped forward and asked the couple, “May we buy you a drink to help dull the pain?”
    After a lingering glare that managed to convey where her pain really lay, Brynn refused and announced that she was returning to “the chalet” since her foot was finished for the evening.
    “Coming, darling?” she purred, perched on one foot like a gorgeous flamingo.
    Pinching at his bottom lip, he looked up at her through his eyelashes, boyishly charming. “If your foot doesn’t require me for the evening, would you mind? I promised Ted that I would meet him. I haven’t seen him in ages. Darling, do you mind?”
    Myriad emotions crossed her beautiful face but finally arrived at acceptance. “Fine! Could you call the car for me? I’ll see myself back and have a soak in that marvelous bath.” Brynn simpered up next to Des and said just loud enough, “For God’s sake, be careful. This group is just on the verge of throwing themselves at you. And I do mean that literally!”
    Quietly, he soothed her. “Don’t worry. I’ll have Stan watch a little bit closer. It’ll be fine. Just go have a soak and look after your foot. We need you well enough to go skiing tomorrow. The weather is supposed to be perfect at the summit. A lovely day of skiing, just you and me.” He spoke melodically, his blue eyes laser-focused on her.
    It wasn’t until then that I realized that another neckless fellow wasn’t too far from the lovebirds. He was talking on the phone and no sooner did he finish the call than he leaned over and whispered into Des’s ear.
    “The car is out front. I’ll walk you out. Pierre, Andre, or whatever the hell his name is, will get you safely back. Have Miranda call me and let me know you’ve made it safely.”
    With that, Des, Brynn, and two muscle-bound, neck-free individuals proceeded toward the casino doors. Brynn, carefully bundled up in furs, gloves, and glasses, gave Des a quick peck on the cheek, and then she was out the door with Mr. NoNeck Number One, leaving Mr. NoNeck Number Two to protect Des.
    My opportunity just improved one hundred percent. I would be able to execute “The Grand Plan” and then some. “Tiziana! Please, please, please, would you be willing to distract Ted?”
    Tiziana was my closest friend. Without any jealousy, we all acknowledged her as the true beauty among us. It’s quite disgusting, actually. Tiziana had many things in common with Sophia Loren; she was Italian, gorgeous, and intelligent. And they both oozed

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