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"No."

Ryker said it so bluntly I wanted to laugh.

A moment went by, then he sighed.

"I didn't mean to makeyou leave. That wasn't my intention." He cleared his throatandran a hand over the back of his neck. "I want to make it up to you."

"How are you going to do that?" she asked.

He shrugged. "You tell me."

"Okay." London stood and turned to face him. "Dance."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to dance. And since you made mylast potential dance partner disappear, you can take his place."

Ryker frowned.

"You said you want to make it up to me."

"I don't dance, London."

She sighed. "Okay, then I'll go find someone else."

As she tried to walk past him, he caught her hand in his.

"Fine," he said gruffly. "But if Icrush your feet, that's on you."

London sent me a wink.

I smiled as they walked away and began swayingto a slow song that seemed to fit them perfectly. They moved awkwardly at first. Ryker was stiff as a statue, and there was about afootball field's length of space between their bodies. But slowly, the two moved closer. Her arms went around his shoulders, his circled her waist more firmly, and the gap between them lesseneduntil London could rest her head against Ryker's chest—which she did. Evenin the dim light, I saw his face soften.Her eyes closed, but his never left her.

"I don't think I've ever seen my brother look so content," Felix said.

He sat in the seat next to me.

"Did you do that?"

I shook my head. "No, they did that all on their own."

"About time," he said. "Took years to get to this point.I wonder if they'll ever admit what's really going on between them."

Although his statement was about London and Ryker, it reminded me I still had something to confess.

Probably best to ease my way into it.

"Do you know what your future plans are?" I asked.

"Yeah, kind of," he said. "I got offered a spot on a European tour."

"Felix, that's amazing."

"Still thinking if I want to take it."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"The people I care about are here.Plus, there's the flying."

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