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Anya smiles wide. “Let him see what he gave up.”

“Exactly. I’ll never take him back, but I can’t help to want to make him regret ever cheating on me,” I say, looking into each of their eyes.

Anya’s green eyes light up. “I can get behind that.”

“Yeah, he can eat his heart out,” Hartford says with a small giggle. “C’mon, let’s eat, we’ve got a scavenger hunt to do today.”

“Did you change the teams around?” Anya asks Hartford. “Brock and Willow should be on the same team now, considering.”

“No, that’s okay,” I say in a quick rush. I honestly don’t want to spend another second with Brock. He infuriates me.

“It’s fine. I already swapped out Tripp for Brock. So, now instead of Tripp, you’ll be with Brock.”

I try to hide my disappointment. “Great. Can’t wait.” And now I’m no longer in the mood for this breakfast on my plate.

Chapter 6

Brock

“We need to do this scavenger hunt,” Willow says for the fifth time.

I rub my temples as I will the ibuprofen to kick in faster. Last night I drank a lot. I drank way too much and today I’m paying for it.

“Brock, did you even hear me?”

“Willow, I hear you echoing in my damn brain. I heard you every time you said we need to do a scavenger hunt together. I heard you when you said Anya and Hartford cornered you this morning. I heard you when you said I snore. Please, give me a minute here,” I say, keeping my eyes closed as I sit on the couch in our room.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have, but it’s clear I need to be trashed to handle this fake relationship we’re in,” I reply, lifting one eye open to look at her.

“I’m guessing you need a little blue pill to help you handle things in bed too, huh?”

Last night I had my signals crossed, from the alcohol obviously. I don’t remember everything, but I sure as shit remember her comment at the elevator—being with me is nauseating.

“Willow, maybe your past boyfriends needed that blue pill because they couldn’t get it up with all your nagging.”

“We need to leave,” she shouts, purposely trying to kill me.

I stand up and grin, grabbing a bottle of water off the dresser as I walk past it. She follows behind me and slams the door as we walk out.

“Is it possible for you to not annoy me?” I whisper as we reach the elevator.

“Is it possible for you not to be an asshole?”

The elevator door opens and we step inside. “Good one,” I reply.

We stand in silence as we descend to the lobby where we are meeting everyone for some kind of scavenger hunt. What the hell kind of wedding fun is this? I thought we’d be drinking and seeing strippers, not walking around the Vegas Strip looking for items on a list.

“Are you going to be able to fake liking me at least?” she asks.

“I did it last night, I can do it today.”

The elevator opens and there’s my family standing in the lobby. Loud, laughing, and the center of attention. I love it though, wouldn’t want it any other way. But it’s a little hard to handle with this hangover.

“Drink your water, it’s hot out there and it won’t help your hangover,” Willow whispers.

I lower my eyes to her as we walk toward everyone and grin. She’s a pain in my ass, but she’s still trying to make this fake relationship look real. I’ll give her credit for that.

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