Even so, he didn’t hesitate because being Leanne’s housekeeper and fake husband was still better than living in his parents’ basement. He wouldn’t let himself hope for more; taking one day at a time had gotten him this far, and all his instincts insisted this was the right move.

Taking a deep breath, Trev nodded. “Pack a bag. I’m down.”

Chapter 11

Since Leanne believed in striking while the iron was hot, she booked plane tickets for the next day.

The mayor might be pissed about her calling out on a Friday, but she didn’t want to see his lying ass. He’s probably all blotchy from the hex and scratching his way through the interview. That made her laugh as she clicked through a few more purchases: hotel room and a wedding package that included everything. Trevor should enjoy the trip at least—and frankly, she would too. If nothing else, this would be a fun, whirlwind vacation.

Quickly, she texted Danica: You owe me. I need a ride to the airport, no questions asked. I’ll explain everything when I’m back. Deal?

The reply came immediately. Absolutely. What time should I pick you up?

Leanne: Nine should be early enough. Ride or die.

Danica: Don’t you mean fly or die?

Leanne tried not to, but she laughed. If only you were as funny as you think you are.

Danica: See you tomorrow.

She only glanced up from the text exchange when Trev kissed the side of her head. “I’m going to bed now. What time are we leaving tomorrow?”

“Be ready by quarter to nine. Danica is driving us to O’Hare.”

“Does she know where we’re going…and why?” he asked.

Leanne shook her head. “I’m not telling anyone until it’s done. My friends mean well, but I don’t want to hear that I’m being reckless. I have a plan, and you’re an important part of it.” That wouldn’t win her any awards for Most Romantic Proposal, but it had the chief virtue of being completely true.

Trev pretended to wipe a tear. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He turned toward the guest room, but she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Hey. Do you plan to insist on separate beds even after we’re official?”

Laughing softly, he covered her hand with his. “Does it seem like I’m playing hard to get? Guess it worked. I was hoping you’d put a ring on it.”

“Wait for it,” she teased.