“Impressive,” Sanders says as he stands over us. “Very impressive.”

“Thank…you,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

“And for the amount of arguing I heard, incredibly impressive.”

“Fueled the fire,” Wilder says as he stands and offers me a hand. He helps me to my feet and then tugs me into his chest. He smacks me on the ass, surprising me. “Good job, Pips.”

When he pulls away, he undoes his wet suit, letting the sleeves and torso fall to his waist and allowing his chest to be on display once again.

Yum.

Okay, just…yum.

And I know I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be looking, but I’m sorry. Mika’s younger brother is hot. There, I said it. It’s out in the open. He’s hot.

Hard not to notice. And if we were married, I would notice, so this is okay, as far as I’m concerned. Just playing the part…

“Are we sure they answered all the questions correctly?” Chad asks as he walks up to us. “It seems like they were granted access to the next obstacle rather quickly.”

Wilder snaps around to look at Chad in his zipped-up wet suit, all the way to the top of his chin.

“Excuse me? Are you claiming we cheated?”

Chad takes a step back but then gestures toward the obstacle course. “Just seems convenient that you flew through that despite arguing the entire time. Seems like you got some help along the way.”

“Yeah, and it seems like you’re jealous. If anything, we might have been arguing, but we were truthful at every stop. Maybe you need to point that finger at yourself and ask why it took you so damn long. Maybe you were the one not being truthful.”

“We were being truthful,” Chad says, almost stomping his foot at the same time.

Sanders steps in and says, “I can assure you, our staff has been prepped very well to understand the differences between our couples’ truths and lies. I have no doubt that they all were accurately allowing couples through based on their answers. Now, we have one couple left. Let’s watch them before we start fighting.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Wilder says before draping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me off to the side to a log. We both take a seat, and he looks off toward Chad, who is now bitching to Finky. “Looks like we got under his skin,” he says. “How does it feel?”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. After him calling me out in the conference room for not wearing a wedding ring, it feels really good seeing him upset over our obvious success. We killed that course.”

“We did.”

“Carrying me like a potato sack wasn’t necessary though.”

“Eh, I thought it was a nice touch. If anything, it looked cool.”