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Katherine
When we returned to our villa, even the air was charged between us. I felt reckless, and I was not known for being reckless. How much rum had I had? It didn’t feel like enough to be walking into a dimly lit room with my husband, knowing what I’d proposed.
The heady relief of the dance had evaporated by the time we were back inside. A fresh bottle of champagne was chilling in a sweating bucket. As if Paulo had known we would need refreshments for the night. I moved toward it to give my hands something to do.
Camden said nothing as I uncorked the champagne and poured bubbles into two flutes. I drifted back over to him, passing him a fizzing glass.
“You seemed so confident in the club,” he said. “I forget sometimes that so much of you is bravado.”
My eyes narrowed. We’d agr
