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those things. You don’t need to pretend like we’re something that we’re not.”
    He leaned in, his green eyes meeting mine in the dim light of my bedroom. “I’m not pretending anything, darlin’. I do like you and I know that this isn’t the most normal relationship in the world, but I’d like to see where it goes.”
    I let out a deep breath. “I know you want to stay and you think t hat this may be some messed-up romance thing, but we still need to talk to the lawyer tomorrow and figure out what we need to do. Until then, we’re together. Whatever you want to call it.”
    “I guess I can agree to that. For now.”
    “For now,” I repeated.
    He let go of my hands, crawling into bed next to me and under the covers. “Then for now you’re st ill Mrs. Wild and I’d like to spoon you.”
    I rolled my eyes as he looped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “Are you going to stop it with that Mrs. Wild stuff anytime soon?”
    He laughed, his breath tickling my neck as I lay against him. “You said you wanted to keep the marriage secret in public, but while I have you in my arms I’ll say whatever I want.”
    I let out a deep breath. I had a million things I wanted to say. How this wasn’t real. How I couldn’t fall for the stripper. How this would never work and he would be gone as soon as we figured out divorce arrangements and he got alimony. But instead I just snuggled against him and whispered, “Goodnight , Mr. Wild.”
    “Goodnight, Mrs. Wild.”

The Next Day
     
    My alarm went off right on schedule. I moaned, leaning over to turn it off with a big yawn. I blinked hard and reached for the other side of the bed. I may have only known Wes a few days, but there was something oddly comforting about feeling his warm body next to mine when I woke up. He was the only guy that wasn’t in a hurry to leave the next morning or after the deed was done. It was addicting to feel him against me. And if he was pressed to me that would lead to other things.
    But when I reached over to the other side of the bed it was empty. I opened one eye and saw that it was unmade, but definitely slept in. Shit. Did he skip town after seeing Max? Maybe that’s all he needed to realize I was a waste. Maybe he stole my credit card and hopped a plane to Vegas.
    Figures .
    I threw the covers off and walked the few steps to my door, expecting to grab my robe but it was gone. Weird. But not as weird as what was on the other side of the door. The scent of eggs wafted in the air. Paige never cooked and I doubt she had a guy over that cooked. Which left one person.
    I threw the door open and walked into the kitchen. Wes stood over the tiny stove, wearing my white bathrobe. Which he looked way better in than I did. The robe ended not much lower than his butt and showed off his very toned calves. If he moved even a little bit he would have probably given me a show. A show I definitely wouldn’t have minded with how fit the guy was. His body was like something that could have been carved by the Greeks.
    On the stove there was a faint stream of smoke coming from a pan as he pushed something around with a wooden spoon. He did all of this while constantly glancing over at Dexter, who was staring at him from the counter and listening intently as he sang “Wild at Heart” by Stevie Nicks.
    I couldn’t remember the last time I actually had a home-cooked meal and my mouth was watering as I padded into the kitchen. Wes must have heard me because he turned around with a big grin on his face. “Mornin’, darlin.”
    Dexter didn’t give me the same respect and hissed as soon as he saw me. “Aw, Dexy, it’s okay, it’s just Valerie.” Wes looked over at Dexter and the cat instantly started purring. The guy had a way with women and men. Even the feline variety.
    “What are you doing?” I arched an eyebrow, walking the few steps to the stove and leaning up against the fridge. A frying pan full of eggs and other various