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“Dance with me,” Rory begged.
She felt wild abandon take over any of her last reserve. She leaned in closer, pushed herself against him and kissed Bowen. He kissed her back and then pulled her up into a bear hug before leading her a few steps away from the fire, most likely worried that she would trip and end up like seared steak.
“Are you sure you’re up for it?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” She staggered a few more steps away. Bowen followed. Rory felt the music reverberating through her even though she had no idea where it was emanating from, most likely one of the trucks parked at the sandy edge of the dunes.
“You knew people were going to be here?” she asked him. “These are all your friends.” Bowen grabbed her hand and spun her. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Then trust me.”
Famous last words. Rory snorted and stumbled in the sand, but he pulled her close. She snuggled in. Rory saw swaying bodies from the corner of her eye and something else. A dark figure in the shadows. She stared for a few seconds and then turned away, understanding she was somewhat buzzed from the alcohol.
The blurry figure had to be her imagination. She closed her eyes against Bowen’s jacket. “Are you okay?”
“Um hum,” she murmured. How much had she drank?