But she couldn’t shake the feeling . . . “Are you lying?” “Constantly.” He turned her around and nudged her forward, but she glanced back over her shoulder. “You promised you wouldn’t die on me, remember?” He gave her his hot guy smirk. “Why? Would you miss me?” Oh, she hated that cocky edge to his voice—absolutely loathed how much she liked it. “No. I just need you, that’s all. For my cover.” “Of course.” “I don’t have time to find another fake husband, is all.” “Naturally.”
