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Marsha swept her shiny black hair behind one ear and lifted her chin. “Your contract says that you agree to live together for the eight-week duration,” she started. “That means you can take a few days to yourself to figure…”

Marsha continued to speak, and while Kat was very aware that the woman was carrying on—explaining important details pertaining to the contract—Kat couldn’t focus on any of it. She was too busy picturing the recent conversation she’d had with him. He’d asked her to move into his place.

It brought a fresh question to her mind. One she couldn’t hold back. “What was he planning on doing?” she blurted. Her voice sounded scratchy, almost foreign with as quiet as Kat had been during their travels back to LA.

Marsha stopped talking and tipped her head. “What was that?”

A clock ticked in the background. The brass one Dad gave her with the butterfly on it. The vision poked a hole in the covering. What was Dad thinking about all of this? “My family doesn’t know I’m back yet, right?”

“Right.” Marsha nodded, but kept the inquiry on her face with a furrowed brow.

“Good. What do you think he was thinking?” Kat shook her head, gulped, and forced herself to say his real name aloud. “What do you think Zander was planning to do? He asked me to move into his place when we got back. But how would we have done that without exposing who he really was?”

Marsha sucked in a breath and looked out the window. “That’s a good question. If you ask me, it shows that he was planning to tell you soon, like he said. He couldn’t very well hide his identity in his own home with all the mail and things. And of course the production crew has Duke’s address.”

Kat tried to let that sink in. “You think if he wanted to keep it going he would’ve suggested we live here?”

“Yes. But I don’t think he planned to keep up the ruse in LA. He said he was planning to tell you, and I believe him.”

Kat nodded, more out of obligation than agreement.

“On behalf of the network, our team of experts, and all involved in Married at First Meet, I apologize that we didn’t catch this sooner.” Marsha cleared her throat. “I’ll give you until Saturday to…sort through this. But then we should discuss production plans, along with modifications we can make in your contract.”

“Okay.”

Marsha headed for the door, but spun back before reaching for the knob. “You should know that Zander was very passionate about his feelings for you. In fact, I had to get forceful with him so he’d give you some space, but I hope you’ll be willing to hear him out soon.”

Easy to say from a hardnosed woman like her. “Would you be willing to hear him out?” Kat asked. “If you were in my place?”

Marsha let out a big sigh and fixed her gaze back toward the window. “If I wanted him in my life I would. For what it’s worth, I believe that he really does love you.”

Kat barely kept it together long enough to hear the door close behind Marsha. The woman’s words were like a dangling carrot, one that might hover perpetually out of her reach.

There was nothing Kat wanted more than to have that magical moment back—where he’d declared his love for her and she’d done the same.

But it was ruined now.

How could he lie to her if he loved her?

How could he let her look like such a fool for all of America to see?

But a more pressing question came rushing in next. One that ripped her barrier clean down the center. In came the crippling crash of everything she’d held back—devastation, humiliation, and loss. Her body curled beneath the pressure as she sank to the floor, letting it have at her at last. Eventually she might get past the shock and hurt of what he’d done, but how…how would she ever stop loving him?

CHAPTER 22

Zander kept his head in his hands as the sound of Grandma Lo’s paced footsteps bounced off the hardwood floor of the greenroom.

Click-click, swoosh.

Click-click, swoosh.

“It’s a good thing the great Lord blessed me with a strong heart,” the woman declared.

Click-click, swoosh. “I’d have been dead a hundred times over with all the junk we’ve had to deal with the last few years.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re going to outlive us all, Lorraine,” Zander’s mom, Claudia, mumbled.

“What time is Marsha supposed to be here?” James asked. “And do you really think it’s necessary that we’re all here? Why can’t we just let this be between Zander and Duke?”