“It was fun to watch you and your boyfriend win,” her husband says, pointing to the first-place ribbon, which I hung up on the wall behind the desk.

“Oh! Yeah, we...” I glance around to see if anyone overheard that. “It was mostly thanks to him, I think.”

It feels weirdly good hearing someone call Travis my boyfriend—someone I didn’t directly lie to about it. And I’m not even sure why. I know our relationship isn’t real, and we can’t let anyone else in town find out, but it’s kind of cool how the Pikes assumed we were together just from watching us interact. Makes me wonder if maybe it would be possible for someone like Travis, who is smoking hot and completely has his shit together, to actually be into someone like me. Someone who’s just faking his way through life.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Danny asks when he returns to take his position at the desk.

“Nothing,” I lie. But the look he gives me tells me I’m so busted.

And fine. Maybe I was daydreaming about Travis. Maybe my mind was replaying our shower hookup a few days ago in vivid detail. That was so hot, I’m pretty sure it will still be playing in my mind on my deathbed.

Danny nudges me out of his chair and says, “Wish I was having sex good enough to put that look on my face.”

I let out a very undignified squeak. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—”

“Come on, you totally have dick eyes.”

That makes me snort. “What the fuck.”

He shrugs. “I call it like I see it. And even if you haven’t been getting some good dick, you were at least fantasizing about it.”

Well, I guess looking hungry for dick is better than looking moony-eyed like Addison called me out on. Lusting is probably safer than... feeling when it comes to Travis.

Shuffling around the desk and avoiding eye contact, I mutter, “I shouldn’t be discussing my sex life with my employees.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you before!” Danny calls out. But I’m already making a hasty retreat. He’s not wrong, but I can’t tell anyone about what I’ve been doing with Travis.

Honestly, since I moved Elise and Grant into a room here yesterday, I’ve been avoiding them in the common areas, because I’m afraid they’ll say something about Travis in front of my employees. Maintaining this crazy fake dating scheme is like walking a tightrope.

But at least they’re out of my house. That alone is a relief.

Although getting them out of there did come with a disappointment I never expected.