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Dallas: Still counts. Location. Now.

A pin dropped into our conversation. Planet Hollywood, just like she'd said.

Dallas: Be there in 5.

Davidson: I'm only agreeing to this because Kali’s had too much to drink and someone needs to make sure she doesn't blow her mortgage on red 23.

Dallas: Keep telling yourself that, wifey.

Davidson: I hate you.

Dallas: No, you don't.

I pocketed my phone before she could respond, already heading for the door. My reflection caught in the elevator's mirrored walls, hair messed up from running my hands through it, and that damn ring still on my right hand. I itched to switch it back to my left, but I knew if I did, Brooke would spot it.

My phone buzzed.

Davidson: And for the record, if you embarrass me, our fake divorce is going to become very real very quickly.

Dallas: Noted. See you soon, sweetheart.

Davidson: Don't call me that.

Dallas: Whatever you say, honey.

Davidson: I'm blocking your number.

Dallas: No, you're not.

She didn't respond to that, and we both knew that meant I was right.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and I stepped out into the chaos of a Friday night in Vegas, tourists stumbling in from clubs, couples heading out for late dinners, and an Elvis impersonator taking a smoke break by the entrance.

My fake wife was waiting at a casino, probably rolling her eyes at her phone right now, and I was heading to pick her up like this was totally normal.

I should've been freaking out.

Instead, I was smiling like an idiot.

CHAPTER 12

MY FAKE HUSBAND - THE CAVEMAN

DAVINA

The Planet Hollywood casino floor pulsed with energy despite the late hour. Everywhere I looked, people were chasing luck, some finding it, most losing it.

I glared at my phone.

“Who are you texting that's making you look like you're contemplating murder?” Brooke slid onto the barstool next to me.

“Nobody.” I shoved my phone into my clutch. “Just checking emails.”

“At midnight? In Vegas?” Brooke's eyebrow arched. “You're the worst liar I've ever met.”

I took a long sip of my drink instead of answering. The whiskey burned on the way down.

“Fine, keep your secrets,” Brooke sighed dramatically. “I'm going to check on Kali. She's either about to lose everything or buy us all Rolexes.” She slid off the stool, steadying herself with a hand on the bar. “Don't go anywhere.”