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Rand nods as if this is a done deal, and I scowl at his back.

The anxiety from earlier rears its ugly head, causing my stomach to churn. I head into the kitchen and grab a Sprite before reaching for my meds in the clutch.

It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter 23

“My money’s on Carolina.”

-Rand

Dick reminds me it will be a long night if we have to walk around with a hard-on. I tell him to stand down, think of penicillin, cowpox, and boils. That seems to quell the fully erectlight sabersituation in my pants.

I’m having a hard time concentrating on what the woman in front of me is saying. All I can think about is Carolina. How she came apart when we kissed.

For as long as I can remember, my brain has been a jumble of to-do lists, invention ideas, snippets of conversations, song lyrics, and a whole host of other shit I can never put into words. It’s the white noise of my nervous system.

Always running.

But when I kissed Carolina, everything stopped. Utter silence. The only things I heard were my heartbeat and the sexy gasps and moans she made. Time stood still, and that has never happened to me before.

“That’s never happened to you before?”

The petite Asian doctor before me tilted her head with a smile ghosting at the corners of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, what?” I shake my head to clear thoughts of Carolina’s moaning.

“Love,” Doctor Lady presses. “This the first time you’ve fallen in love?”

“Probably,” I laugh. “When did you know you were in love?”

The doctor - Yukiko - yes, that’s her name. Dr. Yukiko Matsutani went to school with Carolina. They are friends.

“I felt an instant connection with Lily when we met,” Yukiko stares at her wife across the room. “And the first time we kissed, it was like time stood still.”

Fuck-a-doodle-do.

“You don’t say?”

She laughs at me. “Oh, you’ve got it bad, my friend.”

I am about to protest when I remember I’m the Imaginary Fiancé to one Carolina Saber. A woman who is now trapped at the bar by that douchebag Dash.

I grin down at Yukiko. “You have no idea. If you’ll excuse me, it looks like my fiancée needs me at the bar.”

Yukiko’s tinkling laughter follows me to the bar. Douchebag Dash is arguing with Carolina about a drink.

“Let me get you a drink, Lina.”

“Stop calling me that. Stop offering to buy me drinks. And get away from me,” Carolina growls at him.

I’m impressed. Carolina’s growling game is on point. If it weren’t for Douchebag Dash touching my Imaginary Fiancée, I might have let the conversation continue for the entertainment value alone.

Douchebag Dash holds two drinks, one in each hand, then presses the tropical-looking one at Carolina. “Here. It’s your favorite! Sex on the beach.”

Carolina scowls into the glass. “Not my favorite.”

“It used to be, Lina,” Douchebag Dash jiggles the glass in front of her face.