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I dance to the music, feeling the beat run through me. I sashay my hips and roll my stomach to the rhythm, twirling my hands and beer over my head. Kyle bops his head to the beat, and I even catch a few toe taps.

He looks sexy as hell in the gray t-shirt stretched across his pecs. His muscular, tattooed arms are on full display.

I try not to look. I’m with Rafe, and Kyle has no interest in me. He made that clear from the first time we met. I gave him the opening, and he passed me along to his twin. Not that Rafe hasn’t been a fun time, but the spark—the chemistry—it isn’t what it should be.

We dance through the set, yelling over the music until our voices are hoarse.

After a couple of hours, Kyle shouts over the music. “Want to head back?”

“Sure.”

“Should we grab a bite? I’m starving,” he yells in my ear.

I nod, and we move through the crowd.

After stopping at another truck that stayed open late, we head to the camper.

“Want to sit on the roof?” he asks, gesturing to the ladder.

“We can sit on the roof?” My voice buzzes with excitement. “Sign me up.”

He smiles. “All right, pass me the food. I don’t want you falling because your hands are full.”

As I climb up, Kyle disappears into the camper, only to emerge a few minutes later with a folded blanket.

“Now who has their hands full?” I tease from the roof.

“I’ll manage,” he calls up as he ascends the ladder.

After spreading the blanket, we take a seat and dive into our food.

“Goodness, check out all those stars. I’ve never seen so many.” I gaze at the sky. “It’s like someone spilled glitter across black velvet.”

“Yeah, no light pollution to dim them.”

When we finish eating, we lie back on the blanket and stare at the sky.

We gaze at the stars for a long time before either of us speaks again.

“You did amazing today. I think word will spread, and you’ll do even better tomorrow.” I turn my head to look over at him.

“I hope so.”

“Kyle, a shooting star!” I point to the streak of light flashing across the sky. “We should make a wish.”

I close my eyes and let my heart speak my wish to the heavens. Then I glance over at Kyle again. “What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you,” he chastises. “It won’t come true.”

“Wow.” I giggle. “I didnothave you pegged for the superstitious type.”

“I’m not, but I’m still not telling.” His laughter rumbles, and warmth spreads through me at the sound.

“Well, tell me something else, then. Do you really want a restaurant? Like a building?”

“Yeah, I mean, that’s the end goal. I’d love to have my own place. Hopefully a thriving one, where I could have multiple locations.”

“That’s a good dream. I think you’ll get there.”

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