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But in the end, I take his hand and let him lead me out to the car and take me back to his skyscraper. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, anyway. When we get back to the apartment, the first thing Liam does is turn on music. “What is that?” I follow him into the living room where he’s fiddling with a remote control. “Gotan Project. They’re based in Paris, but the music is Argentinian electrotango.” “Electrotango? I didn’t know there was such a thing.” “It’s a hybrid of electronic dance music and traditional tango.” He sets down the remote on a coffee table and watches me as I listen, intrigued by the sultry, thumping beat. “It’s sexy,” I pronounce, which makes him smile. “It is. And the music isn’t the only sexy thing about Argentina.” I quirk my lips. “You’re talking about the w
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