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She’d been counting and now looked up at him, his words jolting her. She lost count, stumbled, and nearly went down.

He caught her, pulling her against his chest.

His amazing, solid, muscular chest, with the hard planes of his torso. “Gotcha.”

Her heart did a crazy, unforgiving leap.

And then she looked up at him. His blue eyes held hers, and for a second, a long delicious second it looked like . . . maybe . . .

His gaze dropped to her lips and she swallowed, wanted to nod?—

“Keep moving, over there.”

Julian.

She pushed away, righting herself.

“You okay?” Jack said, and it seemed he sighed just a little.

“Perfect.”

He’d stopped, now waited, then moved her back into rhythm. They nearly slammed into London and Shep, but Shep piloted away just in time, navigating around Jack and Harper.

“What song?” she finally said, feeling the beat again.

He blinked as if catching up, then, “‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ The one we heard earlier today.”

Oh, right.

“Now, men, it’s time to learn how to twirl her out and back in.” Julian stopped the music, then demonstrated the spin with Boo, who seemed to already know the move.

Jack tried it, spinning Harper out, close again, catching her. “You need to hold on,” he said, indicating her loose grip. “Otherwise you’ll go spinning out into space.”

Probably already was, given his piercing gaze on her, the way he’d secured her back in his grip.

He tried it again, and this time she held on. The music started, and they moved into two-step. After a few moments, he spun her out, then in, caught her, a perfect move.

Julian even called them out. “I think we have a natural couple here.”

Aw. . .

Jack’s smile dimmed.

“So, what’s the source of the song?”

“A phone.”

The music stopped and Julian called them in. “Okay, let’s work on the ensemble moves for the signature dance.”

He had brought in a flatscreen television, and now, as she stood with Jack, they watched the sequence with Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey. He paused it when the men lined up behind Swayze.

“Okay, the entire wedding party will line up behind Oaken, and this is the dance we’ll learn today.” Julian pushed play, and she wondered if Jack could feel the way she held her breath, her body coiling as they watched the dance troupe from the movie follow Swayze.

She could do this.

Julian then made them line up and taught them the steps.

Step, touch, step step, wiggle, step, touch—it turned to a jumble in her head.