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After four glasses of champagne, Annika surged to her feet and grabbed his hand. “We need to talk. Somewhere private, no cameras.”
“Not sure I’ve ever heard those words from your mouth before.”
“Shut up.” She pulled him along the edge of the dance floor. The band had launched into a fast-moving swing number that had dancers laughing and scrambling to keep up. She snagged another bottle of champagne on her way out of the white catering tent.
Outside, Finn drew in a deep breath of the fresh evening air. A breeze had sprung up, making the lanterns sway and shadows dance across the grass.
“Slow down, Annika. You’re going to fall on your ass at this rate.”
“If you care about my ass, you better start acting like it, mister.” She whirled around and poked him in the chest. “I’ve gone out o
