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Veronica looked around, nervously looping her arm through John’s as they exited the ballroom. The whole point was to act natural, but the adrenaline was already starting to kick in, giving her some strange mixture of anxiety and confidence. She’d been letting herself slip into a haze when she was inside, but now was the time to concentrate.

“You know where we’re going, right?” she quietly asked him.

Bastian raised an eyebrow in her direction as he finished off his umpteenth whiskey for the night. “Are you trying to piss me off? I could be beheaded if that were the case,” he retorted, half teasingly. “You know…” he said, leaning forward a bit toward Meg. “They call this stuff liquid courage for a reason, but I wouldn’t even need it to prove you wrong,” he told her with a grin.

Of course there had been moments where he had even asked himself the question at hand, but he wasn’t about to admit it to anyone, especially not her. As much as he enjoyed Meghan’s company, he had no doubts in his mind that if she knew of his true sexuality, she would never let him live it down. Tonight, he had every intention of making her forget all about the possibility of what she was suggesting.