Page 6 of My Fake Fiancé


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“Good night.” He stands in the open doorway, watching me.

I walk to my room at the far end of the hall, the one whoever is working the overnight stays in. Opening the door, I glance over my shoulder and see him still staring at me.

“I have this sudden urge to listen to ‘Mandy’ by Barry Manilow now,” he says.

I shake my head. “Rumor is that song is about a dog.”

“Really? Well, that’s disappointing. See you next time I’m up north.”

I wave. “Bye, Noah.”

I hurry into my room and shut the door before falling on the bed. Did that actually happen? I’m not in some weird movie where this was all a dream, right?

I pull out a hair on my forearm. Ouch. Okay, Noah is very real. Even if he does seem like my dream man.

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