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suggestive again but has the same result as before.
    “G’day Jules, nice to meet you.”
    Just then a golden idea pops into mind.  I will prove to Jules, and myself, that I have no feelings for Jackson.
    “Want to dance, Luke?”
    “Thought you’d never ask,” He takes me hand and leads me onto the makeshift dance floor.
    We dance throughout a couple of country songs – the first is a man singing about calling Baton Rouge, it’s an awesome song and I make a mental note to find out who sings it so I can download it tomorrow, and the second is ACDC’s You Shook Me All Night Long (of course I already have that downloaded – it’s a classic!).  Just as that song is ending Jules makes her way through the crowd carrying three shots.  She hands me one and I tip it back.  She does the same with hers and then looks around for Ava.  My stomach twists and I’m not sure if it’s from the shot of tequila I just had or because I can’t see Ava or Jackson.  I grab the shot out of Jules’ hand and throw it back.  Jules doesn’t have a chance to question me because at that moment Bob Marley starts to sing and Jules and I start jumping up and down, screaming and clapping.
    I’ve been watching you
    Alalalalalong Alalalalalong long lelonglonglong
    We (Jules, Luke & I) start dancing and are soon joined by Bastiaan and Zekia.  Ava reappears as well so we form a circle and bust out our moves.  I’m past being on the way to drunk.  I’m already there.  I close my eyes and wave my hands in the air as I swing my hips to the beat.  I feel two hands grab my waist as a warm body presses hard up against my back.  I don’t know who it is but I’m so far gone I don’t care.  I grind my ass into his groin and match his rhythm.  The song bleeds into another and the man spins me to face him.  I open my eyes and come face to face with two of the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen.  This close up he’s mesmerizing.  I can’t tear my gaze away even though I know I should. 
    “Thought you said you didn’t dance?”  Jackson accuses.
    “I lied,” I say flippantly.  What can I say; I’m smashed.
    “Guess you owe me then,” he grins.
    “I don’t own you anything,” I breathe.  He’s too close.  I need to get away.  But oh god does he smell good.  He’s hypnotizing.
    “I’m thinking we’ll start with a dance or two and see whether I’m satisfied,” he carries on like I haven’t said a word.
    “I don’t owe you anything,” I repeat, this time I give a shove to his chest as I speak.  He doesn’t move.  At all. 
    He doesn’t reply.  He just pulls me closer and wraps his arms tight around my waist.  Did he just kiss my neck?  Oh fuck, he totally just kissed my neck.  My belly flips at the same time I feel heat gather between my legs and I feel myself melt into him a little.  What can I say?  Alcohol always makes me horny. 
    I let myself enjoy him for one song and then I jerk back away from him.  I need to get myself together.
    “That’s it.  You had your dance, now we’re even.  Let me go,” I hiss when he doesn’t release his grip.
    “Ace, while that dance was fucking amazing, I’m thinking you’ve not made it up to me.  I reckon you have to have dinner with me and then we’ll call it even.”
    “You can’t be serious.  I’m not having dinner with you.”
    “You’ll come to my house.  I’ll cook.  Check your roster and tell me what night you’re not working, I’ll cook for us that night,” he informs me.
    “Listen Jackson, I’m not having dinner with you.  We had a dance, now we’re even so let me go. ” I give another shove, harder this time but the bastard still doesn’t move an inch.  Instead he leans in, brushes his lips against mine and says, “Dinner.  Let me know what night you’re free.  This week sometime, Ace.”
    He loosens his grip and I sway slightly, my heart thudding in my chest and my mind whirling.  When I’ve recover, he lets me go