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ceiling, a fine haze intensified everything, including the DJ, a guy wearing a white suit, who was spinning Pink’s Get The Party Started, the number one hit from their senior year.
    Daisy and Jasmine were tearing up the floor with their dates, but the rest of the room was completely empty.
    “I thought about inviting our classmates, then the girls reminded me that you guys hated most everyone we graduated with,” Max yelled over the song.
    “Wise decision. This is insane!” Rose shouted. “You did this all for me?”
    “I thought it was about time.”
    “I love you,” she said as she turned to face him.
    “Me too, babe. I love you too.”
    Daisy and Jasmine came running over and the three women squealed just like they had when they were girls.
    And just at that moment, while everyone was hugging and squealing, Rose spotted the gypsy, sitting at a small table, watching them, nodding and smiling.
    Rose turned to Daisy, “How did you find her?”
    “Who?”
    “The gypsy.”
    “We didn’t find her,” Jasmine said.
    “But she’s sitting right over there.” Rose pointed, and sure enough, there she was, brilliant blue scarf wrapped around her head, bangles on her wrists and ears. More gold hanging around her neck. And in the palm of her hand sat the glowing red crystal heart.
    The gypsy laughed then as Rose and her friends started to walk toward her, but as they got closer she vanished in a burst of red haze.
    Rose, Daisy and Jasmine stopped in their tracks.
    After a moment, Daisy said, “Okay, I didn’t really see her. Did either of you?”
    Jasmine slowly shook her head.
    Rose said, “Probably just my over-active hormones.”
    “Yeah, that was it. Along with the haze machine,” Jasmine added.
    “Anything wrong?” Max asked from behind Rose.
    “Not a thing. Everything’s just as it should be.”
    The women all turned towards their men. “Hey,” Rose said, as loud as she could. “It’s prom night. Let’s dance.”
    And everyone did just that.
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    The Gypsy’s Valentine
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Irish Kiss
    Chapter One
    The phone rang just as Ronan Kelly placed his weapon on the dresser and was unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to get out of his clothes and fall into bed. He decided not to answer. Whoever it was could leave a message.
    It had been one of those tough days on patrol in South Chicago where being a cop tested his endurance. Two shot-up dead guys lying on the ground and nobody knows nothing. Not that he wanted to do anything else. He just sometimes questioned why he had to do it in the city where even some of the good guys hated the “Boys in Blue.” Certainly there was a small town somewhere that needed another Sheriff.
    Okay, so he’d been in a sour mood all day, ever since he’d heard that not only would he have to work the South Side parade on St. Patrick’s Day, but he’d have to pull a double. Not exactly his idea of celebrating his favorite holiday.
    Chicago took St. Patty’s Day seriously with two major parades, countless parties, and green beer served in almost every tavern. Everyone was Irish on St. Patty’s Day. Hell, even the river reflected the “green” attitude, with the local plumbers union pouring forty pounds of green vegetable dye in it each year before the parade. Even some of the fountains become a perfect shade of Irish green. But just once he’d like to have the