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I shrug. “I don’t mind.”

“There’s no chance I can talk you into letting someone else take the reins tomorrow, is there?”

I snort and press my hand to his chest. “Hi, Pot, I’m Kettle.”

He grins and grabs my hand before I can pull it away. “If I don’t get to dance with you tomorrow, I’ll just have to do it tonight.”

Before I can protest