She took an uneasy step back, worried she’d do something crazy. Punch him or beg him for their first kiss. “I’m going to Paris, so if you want to keep me safe there, you are fake marrying me, and we’re dealing with this psychopath on my schedule,” she said, finding her voice again. “I want to be as far away from my family and friends as possible to keep them out of this too. And with any luck, we’ll draw the asshole out within a few weeks, and then we’ll get fake divorced.” She started to turn, but he grabbed hold of her arm, halting her. His chest heaved with harsh breaths as he examined her
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