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Travis looks at me, so patient and kind. “What do you want to do?”

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TRAVIS

“I’ve got this.” I set my hand over the check as soon as the server drops it off at the table. “What’s yours is mine, right?”

Hannah groans. “I’m glad one of us can joke about this.”

I’m not really joking but it’s fine if she wants to think that.

“Okay.” She places both elbows on the table and leans forward. “Let’s talk about how this is going to work.”

“First week of marriage and she’s already laying down the law.” My cheeks hurt from smiling. I can’t help it. We’re doing this. Really doing this. Or pretend doing this. I’m not sure how she’s spinning it in her mind, but I get to spend more time with her, and I’m thrilled.

She shoots me a playful glare.

I lean forward too. “What’s there to decide?”

“What are we going to tell people, for starters?”

“That we’re in love and got married in Vegas.” I shrug one shoulder. Simple. Done.

“I don’t think people are going to buy that. We’ve never been seen together. I’ve never talked about you.”

“Never?”

She gives me another stern look.

I chuckle. “We don’t need to explain ourselves.”

“That’s such a guy answer.”

“Iama guy.”

With an eye roll, she shakes her head. “Fine. What about some basic details in case someone asks, and I can’t ignore them. How did we meet? How long have we been together? Why Vegas?”

“We met when you moved in next door, and it was love at first sight. And Vegas because we were there celebrating and decided we didn’t want to wait one more day to start our life together.”

She considers my answer then nods. “Not bad.”

“We should stick to as much truth as possible. It’s easier to remember.”

I got that advice from my very first manager. I was trying to figure out how to answer potential questions about my family and why I don’t have contact with them, but I think the guidance still fits here.

“How long do you think we need to do this?” she asks.

This being stay married.

“You tell me.”

She thinks for a second, then says, “The Winter Classic is in February. If I can stay out of a PR media storm until then, then I can prove myself there and hopefully my personal life won’t matter.”

I nod my agreement. “February it is. Anything else?”

“Probably, but I need to get to the gym.”

“Practice today?”