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“Where am I going?”
“There’s a little café over on Fifth Street.”
“I know it,” I say
“Meet there in half an hour?”
“Alright,” I say, trying not to groan.
“See you soon.”
He ends the call, and I close my eyes as I crawl out of bed and head over to the closet. I should probably get dressed up, make myself look as hot as possible so that he actually agrees to this crazy plan, but I just don’t have the energy for that right now.
I grab a loose-fitting tunic and a pair of my comfiest yoga pants before I pad down the hall to the kitchen, where I promptly down an entire glass of water.
“Not better,” I groan when my stomach revolts.
Alright, let’s get this over with.
I head out the door, slipping on my sunglasses in the elevator and hissing when I step outside, and the sun tries to blind me.
With the L.A. traffic, it takes me closer to forty minutes to get there, and I head inside to see Rhett already waiting for me. He’s sitting at a table away from the windows, and I’m instantly grateful that he picked a spot away from the sun.
“You made it,” he says with a charming smile as he stands to greet me.
“Barely,” I croak, and he shoots me a sympathetic look.
“Do you want something to eat or drink?” He offers, and I cover my mouth with my hand.
“Not quite yet,” I say when the threat of puking all over the hottest man I’ve ever met passes.
“Gotcha.”
He takes a sip of his drink, eyeing me over the rim, and I focus on meeting his eyes without blushing.
“So, are we fake dating?” I ask when the silence stretches on too long.
“About that…”
I still can’t believe that he’s actually agreeing to this or even thinking about it. I know why I need a fake boyfriend, but this guy could walk into any bar or club, close his eyes, point at someone, and get a girlfriend. Why does he need a fake relationship?
“You don’t have to agree, of course. It would help me out, but I’m sure you have better things to do,” I say, already moving to stand.
“Wait! I kind of need a fake girlfriend, too,” he admits quietly, and I blink, plopping back down into my seat.
“Why? You’re…” I trail off, waving my hand at his impressive physique.
“I just got out of the military. I was medically discharged after an ambush. My best friend and sister are worried about me. They’re also together now and seem to want me to be just as happy and head over heels in love as they are.”
“And you don’t want that?”
“I’m not sure that I have time for it right now. Anson and I just started our own security company a few months ago, and we’re still getting it all setup. Adding anything else to my plate right now just doesn’t seem feasible.”
“We make time for the things that are important to us,” I whisper more to myself, but Rhett hears and gives me a sad look.
“We do. Dating just isn’t important to me right now.”
We share a look, and I feel like maybe this could actually work. It would benefit both of us, and it doesn’t have to be forever.
