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    Jordan’s disbelief was immediately evident. “Michaela do you want to tell me what's so top secret that you almost broke your friend's rib over it?”
    One dark brow arched as Trixie added, “Yeah Michaela why don’t you just spill the beans. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”
    Trixie, Michaela thought, had obviously joined enemy forces. The only recourse left was to divide and conquer. Tossing back the remaining champagne she grabbed Jordan’s arm. “Weren’t we going to dance?”
    Jordan gave Trixie one more inquiring look and responded by shrugging her shoulders. Deciding he might have better luck finding out what the two had been up to if he had Michaela alone, he entwined his fingers with hers and led her to the dance floor. “So,” he said as he pulled her into his arms, “are you going to tell me what that was all about?” The soft lilting music of the live band swirled around them as they began to dance.
    “It was nothing really, just girl talk. What are you a detective or something?” Michaela pressed herself closer to his warm muscular frame enjoying the unfamiliar closeness. The top of her head only reached the middle of his chest so she turned her face to the right, finding a comfortable nestling place.
    Jordan’s hand reached up to Michaela’s head and he gently wove a chestnut curl slowly around his finger reveling in its silky texture. His voice was husky as he remarked, “You know I wouldn’t be so suspicious if you and Trixie weren’t acting as if you had something to hide.”
    Michaela tilted her head back to look into his devilish blue eyes. She couldn’t help grinning. Jordan was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to find something out and she normally would confess all, but in this case confession could only lead to disaster. “Be as suspicious as you like. The conversation between Trixie and me was private and it doesn’t concern you. So just mind your own business.” Her tone was laced with humor as she enjoyed their good-natured sparring.
    Jordan leaned down and whispered intimately into her ear, “You’re keeping secrets from me? I thought we were better friends than that.”
    Michaela was so wrapped up in their dance that she didn’t answer immediately. Oh, oh things were just getting worse she thought. It must be the champagne that was causing the sudden warmth overwhelming her. What else could possibly explain it? Tilting her head back again she said. “Jordan, give me a break, I can’t tell you everything. Now quit talking and let’s just dance. I am getting a stiff neck talking to you like this.”
    Jordan laughed. “Oh sure, use your vertical handicap as an excuse not to answer my questions. I’ll let you off the hook for now, but one way or another I am going to find out why you and Trixie looked like you were planning my demise while I was getting you drinks.”
    Michaela gave a un-lady like snort. “Is that what this is all about? You think we were talking about you? Get that ego of yours under control. What could we possibly have to say about you?” She was definitely going to stick this out. There was no way Jordan was going to find out she was hot for him.
    Jordan smiled in triumph. “Now I know you were discussing me because I can always tell when you’re lying. You’ve never been any good at it. You’re too honest.”
    “Oh, shut up,” Michaela muttered in self-disgust. He was right, she had never been a good liar and despite herself she couldn’t help but be amused by his relentless determination.
    “I guess I’ll just have to ask Trixie. I got the distinct impression that she’d be more than willing to share your secret.” Jordan informed her as he expertly guided her around the dance floor.
    Michaela was hardly aware of her surroundings; the feel of his warm body against hers was definitely having its effects. While they moved together, Michaela allowed herself the brief fantasy that they