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“Why wouldn't you move in with me? I have a great apartment. With actual furniture that isn't just a giant TV and a beanbag chair.”

“I'll have you know I upgraded to a real couch last year.” I blew out a heavy sigh. “How about when we get back to Florida, we visit both our places and decide where we want to live?”

“Deal.” She paused, a sly smile spreading across her face. “You should know that I come with a dog, though.”

“I like dogs.”

“And a sometimes cat.”

My brow furrowed. “Sometimes?”

“Karen, Brooke's cat. She's like a shared custody pet. Very judgmental. Has expensive taste in tuna.”

“Not a deal-breaker,” I laughed, surprised at how easily we were negotiating this absurd arrangement. “I can't wait to meet my new step-cat.”

“So we're really doing this?” Davina asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

I nodded, grinning widely. “Yep.” I reached for the syrup, dousing my pancakes until they were swimming. “Till death or bad decisions do us part. Mostly the latter, I'm guessing.”

“I just can't believe you're not more upset about this.”

“Oh, I'm upset,” I said, my gaze lifting to the ceiling where her lacy black bra was still dangling from the fan. “I'm upset that I can't remember how that got up there.”

Her eyes followed mine upward, and a flush spread across her cheeks. “Do you think we...?”

“God, I hope not,” I replied automatically.

She flipped me off with the hand not holding her coffee mug.

“I meant,” I backtracked quickly, “that I hope we didn't because it would be a crime not to remember...” My gaze raked over her appreciatively, lingering just long enough to make her flush. “...you naked.”

“This is going to be the longest fake marriage in history.” She dropped her head into her hand with a groan.

“Look, Davidson,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “I was so drunk I got married and don't remember anything. I seriously doubt anything happened except me stripping down to nothing and passing out.”

“Just so we're clear,” she said, looking up, “this arrangement is strictly business. No funny business.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed, trying to ignore how the morning light caught the gold in her hair. “All business. No funny.”

She extended her hand across the table. “Partners?”

I took it, ignoring the strange little jolt when our fingers touched. “Partners.”

As we shook on our ridiculous plan, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly her hand fit in mine. Probably just the hangover making me sentimental. Nothing more.

CHAPTER 10

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS... DOESN'T ACTUALLY STAY THERE

DAVINA

After breakfast, Dallas and I met up with everyone for a few drinks and a late lunch, without anyone knowing we were now married. By the time we made it back, we had an hour until sunset, and I needed to shower and get ready to meet the girls for the bachelorette party.

Steam filled the bathroom as I opened the shower door, grabbed a towel off the heated rack, and wrapped it around myself, tucking the corner in.

I swiped my hand across the foggy mirror and stared at my reflection. “So much for what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” I muttered, glancing at the diamond band sitting on the counter. This whole situation was beyond cliché. Get trashed, get married, wake up to a naked man in Vegas.

I was still working out how to process any of this when the bathroom door swung open.