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“It’s the only way to go,” Rhys says.

“I can manage some old school Eminem.” Levi’s confidence is audible.

“Good stuff,” Rhys says. “I need the music score without the lyrics.”

“I’m sure I can find it online and buy it with one click,” Beckett says. They share a complicit look. “When I do, I’ll plug my iPhone into the sound system.”

“Excellent,” Rhys says. “Looks like everything is coming into place. Now, if I could only find a sexy backup dancer at the last minute…”

I wave a frantic hand over my head as I jump up and down. “Pick me!”

Rhys shields his eyes with one hand and pretends to look around the concert hall, searching for the eager beaver.

His gaze lands on me. “You want to come up here and show me your dance moves?”

I shout back a resounding and enthusiastic, “Yes!”

He sighs into the microphone. “Since it’s slim pickings tonight, come on up, shorty.”

I cross my arms over my chest and shoot him anare you fucking kidding melook.

“Don’t be like that, shorty,” Rhys says. “Come up and impress me.”

“That, I can do.” I offer a coquettish smile.

“Make sure to follow her up here, Levi,” Rhys says.

“I will,” Levi says.

I balance on my high heels and run to the side door with Levi in tow. Holt is holding the door leading up to the stage and waves us over.

“I got the music,” Beckett says as I step onto the stage. “We’re all set on my end.”

Levi scrolls through his phone while he’s walking.

“You’re ready, Levi?”

He lifts his phone. “Found the lyrics. I’m ready.”

“Drop the beat, Christensen,” Rhys says.

“You got it,” Beckett says.

The old school rap song blasts through the speakers.

Rhys may be impeccably dressed head to toe in expensive all black designer wear he wouldn’t have been able to afford back then, but his rhyme is as smooth as it was when his career exploded into the stratosphere.

His flow is tight.

His hip-hop dance moves are badass.

And he owns the stage like he did in his old music videos.

God, he’s so freaking hot.

Rhys lifts a hand. “Hold up.”

Beckett stops the music.