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He nodded, the corner of his mouth crooked up in a small smile. “Yeah, I remember.”

Silence fell again, and I tried not to replay Kate’s words and their meaning in my head. That way led to danger, and I couldn’t afford to get caught up in it now. There was too much at risk.

“Alright, well, since we’re back a little earlier from dinner than I anticipated, I might spend some time on the last of the photos,” Flynn explained, breaking the silence.

“Sure, no worries,” I returned and stood. I needed a shower, and a drink, and several hours of uninterrupted sleep. I also needed to make some calls and make sure everything was running on schedule for Sofia over the next few days.

“I’m gonna go shower, then I have maid of honor duties to look into,” I said, backing toward the bathroom.

Flynn’s gaze followed me, something warming in those green eyes before he nodded and looked away.

“Alright, Angel.”

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I came out of the shower a while later with my head screwed on right. The mental pep-talk I’d given myself had helped me to redirect my mind to matters that I could actually control. I trusted Kate to keep this news to herself, so I didn’t worry she’d tell anyone about our charade. And honestly, it would be nice to have someone on our side who knew the truth. I wasn’t sure what the rest of this week held, but there was a lot that could go wrong, and having someone else in the know might come in handy.

I was dressed in a pair of soft cotton shorts and a tank top. I would have worn something that covered more of me if I’d known Flynn and I would be sharing a bed, I’d have brought more modest pajamas that covered more skin. I felt that the less bare skin that came into contact with Flynn was for the best, and I knew I was a snuggler in bed. Knowing my luck, I’d attach myself to the man in the middle of the night and never let go, and I didn’t want lots of bare limbs touching him. That way would lead to confusion.

I hadn’t really thought through the sleeping arrangements when I ordered a fake date for the wedding. I’d been drunk, after all, and desperate to cover my ass. My thoughts had only gone as far asfind a boyfriend!Now I was just glad that Flynn had been the one I’d reached out to and not some random.

Flynn was still hard at work on the laptop, and my phone was lit up with several messages from him. He’d been sending through the photos as he did them, and I couldn’t stop the weird tightening in my chest as I scrolled through them.

We really looked like a couple; we looked happy. Blowing out a quiet breath, I shook my head and shot Sophe a message to make sure she was okay before checking my emails to get confirmations on things for the next few days.

An hour passed in silence as we worked separately, but eventually my eyes were burning and the exhaustion of the day caught up with me.

“I’m going to bed,” I said softly.

Flynn turned to face me and nodded, his gaze seeming to drink me in. “Want me to make up a bed on the floor?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Don’t be silly. There’s plenty of space and we’re not teenagers anymore. Just please… wear underwear at the very least.”

He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Where’s the fun in that?”

I shot him a mock glare and he laughed. “I can do that, Ara. Will I keep you up if I stay on the laptop for a few more hours? I can have all these done tonight and not worry about it after that.”

I shook my head and moved to the closet to pull out the two spare pillows. “Once I’m asleep, I’m like a light. You won’t wake me.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching me lay the pillows down the middle of the bed to create a wall.

“I tend to invade space when I share a bed with someone. Sofia once described me as a baby raccoon clinging to its mama.”

Flynn laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.

“So, the pillows are meant to act as a barrier?”

I shrugged. “I hope. I’m not altogether sure it’ll work though, so if at any point you wake up with a human cling-on attached to you, just roll me away. And I apologize in advance.”

“Alright,” he said with a small laugh, gaze softening. “Sleep well.”

I felt awkward at the idea of sleeping while he was still awake, but I needed a clear head for tomorrow, so sleep was a must.

“Night, Flynn.”

Chapter Eight

Flynn

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