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“There’s no way I can move my hips that far, because I’m not three feet wide.”

“Agreed.”

Hannah and I exchanged a look that saidwow.

Did they think a few jabs at my curves were going to insult me? Amateurs. I moved close to Hannah and whispered. “Do you remember that thing we did for Kristen’s wedding?”

“Duh.”

“What do you say we make these ladies sweat a little?”

“As punishment?” Hannah asked.

“For sure.”

“I’m in.”

“Hey, Natalie, our family has some fun modifications for this song. Do you want to see them?”

Her eyes brightened. “Yes!”

Courtney groaned.

Hannah and I smiled. “Okay, Keith, watch for the changes and try to keep up.”

Chapter 16

-Logan-

After several hours of Bollywood dancing, in which William unwittingly showed me that he could bust a move when he needed to, we broke for lunch.

“That wasn’t so bad,” I said, wiping my face with my shirt.

William let out a grunt. He was a man of few words, and it had taken me the whole session to get a handful of paragraphs out of him.

He was now CEO of his dad’s conglomerate of businesses and spent most of his time neck deep in meetings, dealing with the heads of the companies, and riding horses. His favorite horse was coal black and named after Bert, the chimney sweep inMary Poppins.I’d found it interesting that a billionaire likedMary Poppinsenough to use it to identify a purebred racing horseand had filed that away to share with Victoria.

“What’s next?” a man near us asked.

“Lunch,” William said. “In the hotel restaurant.”

“I think I’m going to shower first,” another man said.

I resisted the urge to raise my arm to check the offensiveness of my smell and trusted that my deodorant had done its job. “Forget showering, I’m hungry.”

To my surprise, William nodded in agreement, and we followed a group of guys toward the lobby.

Chattering filled the air, and we soon discovered the ladies also flocking toward the restaurant. I spotted Victoria’s blond ponytail and couldn’t help the stupid grin that broke out on my face when I noticed her talking animatedly with Greta and Hannah, throwing her hands everywhere and laughing. I took a moment to notice everything about her, from the matted bits of hair at her temples to the sweat marks on her shirt (which, by the way, didn’t deter me from admiring her in the least) to the way she bounced on her toes as she walked.

“She seems very nice,” William said.

I jumped, turned my head, and found William studying Victoria.

“And cheerful,” he added.

I barely cut off a love-sick sigh before it leaked from my lungs. “I swear she stores light and fun in her purse and sprinkles it around like fairy dust wherever she goes.”

“An apt simile.”

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