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Dallas was asleep.

I almost laughed out loud. “Are you kidding me right now?”

He didn't respond. He was too busy being unconscious.

I'd been over here running through worst-case scenarios, mentally preparing speeches about boundaries, wondering how I was going to survive the night without spontaneously combusting from the tension, and he'd just... passed out.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered to the ceiling.

Another soft snore was his only response.

The tension drained out of my body all at once. I rolled onto my side, facing away from him, and pulled the covers up to my chin.

Within minutes, my eyes grew heavy.

My last coherent thought before sleep claimed me was that maybe, just maybe, this fake marriage thing wouldn't be so terrible after all.

CHAPTER 18

THE BEST WORST DECISION

DAVINA

I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar blackout curtains that apparently didn’t understand their job description.

Remembering where I was, I shot up so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. The other side of the bed was empty, the covers were pulled up neatly, but his pillow still had the indent of his head.

The clock on the nightstand flashed 7:31 AM.

I flopped back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling fan rotating overhead. The house was too quiet.

I pulled myself out of bed, my body protesting the movement.

I shuffled out of the room and down the hallway, following the scent of coffee. The living room was empty.

The kitchen was just as nice and organized as the rest of the house, with white cabinets, granite countertops, and stainless steel appliances. A coffee maker sat on the counter, its little light glowing red, a full pot of dark roast that smelled like heaven.

And next to it, propped against the sugar bowl, was a note written on a small piece of paper.

I picked it up.

Wifey,

I rolled my eyes. He only called me that because he knew it annoyed me.

Went for a run, didn't want to wake you. You looked too beautiful sleeping in my bed (Though you do definitely snore. Just a little. It's cute.)

I smiled at the note.

Coffee's ready. Make yourself at home. Explore. Raid the fridge. Pants are optional, but probably recommended if you go outside. The neighbors are nice, but they're also very chatty.

Be back soon.

—Your adoring fake husband

P.S. There's creamer in the fridge. The good kind.

I read it twice.