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Chapter One

Rosie

Las Vegas, Nevada

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I stared at the ring on my finger. Oh. My. God.

Flashes of last night came back to me, partial scenes of intense moments.

Wyatt’s starlight-blue eyes, dark as he held me. My hands gripping his shoulders. His weight over me, my name in a guttural cry. His name in my ragged voice, begging, pleading.

And why did I have a wedding ring on? I sifted through my memories. There was that pastor with the cowboy hat, a friendly guy. Me saying, “I do.” Wyatt looking into my eyes, his expression serious, and repeating the words back to me.

I tried to focus on something else, anything else. The hot water rained down over me in this very nice shower. We’re talking nice. Rainfall showerhead, jets on the walls, the works. I was grateful for the steaming hot water and the mist enveloping me. I needed to wash away my confusion.

I had a vague memory of Wyatt watching soap bubbles roll down over my skin and teasing me before tugging me out of the shower and back to the bed. Fuckity-fuck. I couldn’t keep my brain on the right track.

I was panicking a little. Maybe not a little. It was full-blown panic here.

My body still felt sated with a few twinges here and there in very specific locations. I was sore in a way I hadn’t been in a while. Actually, not since the last time I’d tumbled into bed with Wyatt Cannon. An unsettled sigh slipped through my lips.

Just when I was starting to accept my situation and try to formulate a plan, any plan, the bathroom door opened. Fuck my life.

Why didn’t I lock the door?

Oh, probably because you freaked right the hell out when you woke up tangled up and naked with Wyatt.

The shower door opened, and he stepped in through the steam. Wyatt was a sight to behold. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to, well, muscled everything.

He turned to close the glass door behind him, giving me a nice view of his back. Sweet hell, the guy was in shape everywhere. When he turned back to face me and I saw a certain part of him lengthening, I felt the clench between my legs. I was already aroused because that was the kind of effect Wyatt had on me.

“Are you panicking yet?” he asked as he stepped under the water with me, his arms landing on the tile on either side of my shoulders. I looked up, thinking I needed to say something smart and quick to fake my way through this.

Instead, I answered honestly. “I’m panicking. Why am I wearing a wedding band?” He stared at me through the blur of water falling around us. “Did we get married last night?”

Chapter Two

Wyatt

One month later – Fireweed Harbor, Alaska

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Did we get married last night? Rosie’s question went round and round and round in my thoughts.

The answer, as it turns out, was yes.

We’d both had flights out of Vegas that morning. We hadn’t had time to do anything other than rush to the airport. I supposed we could’ve canceled them, but we didn’t.

We’d been back in Fireweed Harbor for a month and were busy pretending we weren’t married. Rosie even pretended we hadn’t even had that night together.

That whole “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” was trite for a reason. It’s just I’d never expected to be living the fucking cliché.

I was on autopilot, turning into the parking lot behind Fireweed Industries headquarters. A moose was pawing the ground and snorting. I hit the brakes, bringing my truck to a jerking stop. I glanced in the direction of where she was to see a set of twin calves beside my older brother Blake’s truck. Blake stood in his truck bed.

I chuckled to myself and slowly rolled past the mama moose. “Hop in!” I called as I rolled down the passenger side window, pulling close enough to prevent any moose from walking between the vehicles.

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