“I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” I glanced up at her as she went to work on my temples. “If there was any other way—” “I knew what I was getting into when we started playing fake fiancé,” she said. “You forget I’m very familiar with that old money crowd and all their weirdness.” “I’m still sorry about it. Especially the slobber he left on your hand.” “Why soccer?” she asked. “Did someone say fútbol so you went along with it and you didn’t realize the mistake until it was too late?” “Funny.” I watched as she grinned, amused with herself. She was so damn cute. “You know why.” She gave a
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