Page 125 of Wild As Her

Because tomorrow’s the big finale. The part where I’m supposed to stand in front of Bridger Falls and America and declare that I’ve found love. Only I have. It’s just not with the woman next to me.

It’s Cami, and it's always been Cami. And it will only ever be her.

And the thought of standing on camera and saying it’s Elena makes my stomach turn inside out. Even pretending just feels so wrong. I know what I need to say. I just don’t think I can say it.

Tucker sidles up next to me with a microphone clipped to his shirt and a hot dog in hand. “You look like you just watched someone run over your heart.”

“Thanks,” I mutter.

He takes a bite. “This is what you get for signing up for a dating show, man. You fly too close to the drama sun, you get burned.”

“You okay?” Weston joins us, holding a clipboard Jenna shoved at him earlier, looking extremely done with all of it. “You look like you’re either gonna pass out or propose to the wrong woman.”

“Iamabout to propose to the wrong woman,” I hiss.

Tucker coughs on his hot dog. “Wait. You’re actually gonna do it?”

“I don’t know! I’m notproposingproposing. It’s like a… symbolic finale moment. But I don’t think I can even do that.”

Weston gives me a sympathetic look. “Because of Cami.”

I nod.

They both fall silent.

Then Weston sighs. “Man, you really are in love with her.”

“Of course I am.”

Tucker whistles. “You’re so screwed.”

Gee, thanks, guys.

Later, when we're on a break and cameras aren't rolling, I’m in the barn when I hear Elena scream.

Not a terrified scream. A shrieky, joyful scream. Like someone just told her she won the lottery, and it comes with a year’s supply of eyelash extensions.

I walk outside just in time to see her run across the pasture like she’s in a rom-com. Straight into the arms of a tall, broad-shouldered guy in jeans and a button down who spins her in a full dramatic circle before kissing her full on the mouth.

Tucker walks up beside me, watching this scene in front of us unfold with disbelief. “Okay, uh… Jack?”

“That’s Logan,” I say, not taking my eyes off what's unfolding. “Her fiancé.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence. Tucker chokes. “Her what?!”

Weston appears as if he sensed a disturbance in the sibling force. “Did I just hear the word fiancé? Is someone getting punched?”

I hold up a hand and say dryly. “Nobody panic. I’ve known about this.”

Weston blinks at me. “You knew and didn’t tell us?”

"I couldn't. Jenna made me sign an NDA," I shrug.

“Pretty sure that little PDA right there violates her NDA,” Weston shakes his head, chuckling.

“Who would we have told?” Tucker says dryly.

"I don't know why you're making this a big deal. Reality television is mostly fake. Don't you guys know this?" I say, folding my arms over my chest.

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