13. The Intimacy is real

We entered this very upscale nightclub of famous and elite business people. Once we were seated, we made small talk, and before I knew it, I finished my second strawberry delight and rum frozen drink. I felt good, perfect. I slid from my chair, tugged on my thigh-length dress, and took Copeland by the hand. Then, moving with precise steps in my Navy blue stilettos, Copeland followed me to the dance floor.

"So you do know me after all!" I said, looking back at him over my shoulder and grinning happily. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit!

The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Copeland knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights provide me with fractured glimpses of Copeland, who I was guiding into the gyrating crowd.

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