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struggled to alter my response. “You could have been the bride.”
    He was smirking at me, enjoying my discomfort. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”
    “Well, I’ve been a lesbian, so that wasn’t really my department.” I reminded him.
    “You have a point.”
    I studied him. “So what’s your point? Why did you come over?”
    “Oh.” He clapped his hands together. “Well, we talked about getting to know one another before we spent a week away together.”
    “Hey, it’s not like that.” I reminded him. “We have separate rooms and everything.”
    Smiling wider, he admitted, “Yes, I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you tonight.” He rocked a little on his heels while we spoke.
    “Okay, so what do you suggest because…I’m working here. It’s not like I can just go sneak off,” I announced, bringing the camera up to my eye to prove my point.
    Mac chuckled. “Hot shot, you may want to turn the camera back on.” He pointed to the power button.
    “I knew that,” I said, that all too familiar flush rising in my face once more. To show I really did know what I was doing, I hit the button and took a picture of the bride and groom dancing together.
    “Shouldn’t you be out there?” I asked, gesturing to the floor where the rest of the wedding party seemed to be twirling around.
    “That, er yes. I should. Care to dance?”
    Shaking my head, I sighed. “Working. What don’t you get about that?”
    “And you’re off the clock. I can take it from here,” Sin said as she appeared out of nowhere.
    “I thought you were resting,” I complained.
    “I’m done. Your turn.” She snatched the camera from my hands with one of hers, then she completed my humiliation by introducing herself to Mac. “I’m Alysin Everly, but everyone calls me Sin.”
    “Nice to meet you. I’m Henry MacIntyre, but my friends call me Mac.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Not just your friends. I call you Mac. Anyone who has been formally introduced to you calls you Mac.” Then I huffed.
    Her eyebrows rose a moment, then she laughed. “I like you. Clearly you have gotten under Jolie’s skin. Good luck with that.” She turned to face me, planted a kiss on my flaming hot cheek and ordered, “Get out of here before I have to call security.” Then she winked.
    Offering me his arm, Mac said, “So let’s start with a dance, shall we?”
    Part of me wanted to know then what. What came after the dance? The rest of me was afraid of ruining what might actually be a moment. Sin was right. As much as I hated to admit it, Mac was under my skin. Suddenly I realized I was smiling as we walked. Crap. It seemed like I might actually like him there.
    No wonder I stumbled as we walked out onto the dance floor. Somehow, despite the noise and action, Mac sensed it, knew. His arm snaked around my waist as he twirled us out onto the dance floor. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears, I couldn’t hear the music. All I could do was rely on him to not let me fall, to not let me make a fool of myself. Maybe if he succeeded in that long enough, I could actually start to relax and enjoy the moment. It had been too long since I had danced.
    “You’re so light,” he murmured in my ear. “I swear I could dance with you all night.”
    Gradually, I leaned my head on his chest. “Keep this up and I just might let you.” My eyes widened suddenly for a second. Where had that come from? It must have been the champagne. I wasn’t a wine drinker and Sin had insisted I toast with everyone else earlier. My insides were all fidgety. It was downright uncomfortable. We had danced in silence through a couple of songs, one starting up just as the previous had ended, never quite creating a seamless opportunity for us to part ways and exit the floor. These strange feelings inside me weren’t subsiding. If anything, the closeness had made them worse and time had them spreading throughout my torso.
    Finally, Mac pushed me