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Ah, fuck. She wants to talk in private.

I follow her without a word.

I barely make it through her office doorway when she starts talking.

“What do you want?”

I open my mouth and then close it.

My sweet fiancée would be nice, but I can’t exactly say that.

I tilt my head as I ask, “Is everything okay?”

“Great. What do you need?”

“Well, an explanation of why you’re upset with me would be a great start.”

“No, thanks.”

I jerk my head back.

“No? Thanks?” I repeat back to her.

She nods, fury radiating off her.

“I’m sorry, did I do something to piss you off?”

She tosses her hands up.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asks, and that fury inside her deflates, replaced with defeat.

“Tell you what?”

“That you needed a wedding date to get the CEO spot,” she says and starts to pace. “I know this whole thing between us is crazy and wild, and it started fake, but it’s not fake for me anymore. It hasn’t been since St. Lucia.”

I can’t help but grin.

“It hasn’t been for me either,” I admit and reach for her.

She still frowns.

“It hasn’t?”

“Nope.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about the date thing?”

“Because I didn’t know about it. You heard my dad yesterday. He said I was CEO before the date was announced.”

“Oh.”

I brush a finger under her chin so she has to look at me.

“That’s a heavy oh, Sunny.”

“Yeah, I let my mind get ahead of me,” she admits and blushes, looking away.

I grab her chin again and turn her face to me.