Several guys join us, and Ella yells introductions over the booming base. I nod, committing the names—Dominique, Koen, Gareth, and Isaac—to memory.
“Wait.” I point at Isaac. “You play basketball.”
“Very good.”
Bree kisses me on the cheek and whispers in my ear. “Points for knowing that much.”
I roll my eyes. “I pay attention, mostly.”
Mushed between Bree and Isaac, I try to ignore being backed against his chest as we move to the music.
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