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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
  3. PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
  4. ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  64. CHAPTER SIXTY
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  71. EPILOGUE
  72. EPILOGUE TWO
  73. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Then again, maybe I’m just overthinking everything in the silence of this room. That’s why I’m grateful for the knock on the suite’s door.

“Cookie Cutter, you in there?” Jase’s muffled voice comes through the door, and oddly, I feel like I can breathe a little easier at the sound.

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE

Gizmo

There’s silence on the other side of the door.

Silence that a part of me wishes remains—that she bolted without looking back—while the other part of me knows this is how I redeem myself in the eyes of the judge.

Both are shitty prospects.

Both have my heart perfectly lodged in my throat regardless of how nonchalant I’m playing this shit.

“Yeah, I’m here,” she finally says on the other side of the door.

I’m not sure why I breathe a sigh of relief, but I do. She didn’t leave. “You okay?” I ask.

“Terrified,” she answers as she pulls open the door.

I lose my words. My thoughts. My senses.

Hendrix Wright stands before me in a sheath of ivory, the sun at her back like a halo around her hair, and those expressive hazel eyes begging me for an escape I can’t give her.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

And feeling vulnerable if that look on her face is any indication.

Hell, if seeing my pretend wife standing in front of me like this doesn’t move me in ways it shouldn’t.

“Wow,” I finally say as she stands there staring at me. “You look . . . stunning. You are stunning.”

A smile flutters over her pale painted lips as her hands smooth down the fabric at her stomach. “Really? You’re okay with this choice? It’s okay for your image—”

“Yes.” I step into the room without asking and set down the bag in my hand, my eyes glued to her as I take her in. “Most definitely yes.”

“Whew. I was nervous. Am nervous. I got here and there were all these people and all this stuff”—she waves her hands around at the chaos of the room— “but I didn’t see you and that made it harder and me more anxious and then I was alone with just my thoughts and . . . yeah.” She blows out a heavy sigh as her cheeks stain pink.

There’s something about her little rants that I love. On anyone else they’d come across as crazy and yet with Hendrix, they’re adorable. She is adorable.

“I’m sorry. I had things to finish back home before I hopped on the jet. They ran long.”

“Oh my gosh. Look at you,” she says and holds her hands out to me. “You look so handsome.”

“I clean up okay,” I say.

“Yeah, but you have on a tux.”

“A tux is a tux is a tux. Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”