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“WE LOOK LIKE a couple of drowned vagabonds crashing the party,” Niall said as he and Fianna limped back to the tented extravaganza on Malibu beach. The music was thumping, the lights were blazing, and valet attendants were lounging near the entrance. He clasped her hand in his and was surprised at how natural it felt.
“What I wouldn’t give for a hot bath right now. I’m sure I look frightful.” Fianna’s laughter rang like bells in the cool midnight air. Her sleek auburn hair now sprang into curls that spilled around her freckled face, which the saltwater had cleansed of most of her makeup.
“Actually, you look good, like you’ve just been for a swim.”
“Though we both nearly drowned.”
“And so we’ll live to welcome another fine day, we will.” Fianna shivered and Niall put his arm around
