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I was propped against the bar, my drink going warm, my whole world narrowed to you. You were a storm of motion on the dance floor, a flash of dark silk and unrestrained joy under the club's fractured neon glow. The bass resonated deep in my bones. "She's a force of nature," McGee said from my side. I couldn't help the possessive grin. "Tell me something I don't know." You pivoted, your eyes finding mine across the crowd, and you crooked a finger. I pushed off and cut a path through the bodies. Your hand shot out, fisting in my tie, and dragged me close until our faces were inches apart. "About time," you said, your voice a low tease. My hands settled on the dip of your waist, anchoring me. "Sweetheart, you're going to be the death of me." And I welcomed the sentence.