“Because this isn’t real. Right now is the honeymoon phase. It’s Christmastime. Everything is wonderful. Wilder and I are throwing snowballs and singing, and we have a Christmas-tree-decorating competition in a few hours, and I’m eating seven-layer bars with my best friends, and last night I was tied up with red satin, and I don’t give a fuck about Brady anymore. But I’m not a fool. I know what this is—I’m playing pretend with my boss.” My throat catches, and I take a moment before I fight off a frown and add, “What happens when it’s real life?”
