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I rested my head on her shoulder.

He had known.

I was definitely in love with him.

How did I keep him from breaking me?

JOSH

I was fucking pacing my room.

Pacing.

In a room that was too damn small for pacing.

Charlie was in her sister’s room down the hall, and I didn’t know what they were talking about. Did Jules even like me?

When Cassie had reached out to me about Jules coming down for a show, I couldn’t have agreed more. I’d known Charlie needed to see her sister. Between all the bullshit with her ex and the media, she needed more than me and the guys.

But now I didn’t know what they were talking about. Jules thought our marriage was real, which was part of the reason why I’d kissed the hell out of Charlie after the show.

I bit back a snort.

Like I’d needed a reason to kiss her. Like every waking moment lately wasn’t centered around finding ways to kiss her. Touch her. Taste her.

I raked my hand through my hair. What was it about this woman that had me on edge, questioning every decision and thought I had?

It was unnerving.

And I couldn’t get enough of it.

I groaned.

She’d turned me into a total headcase. And what was going to happen when she walked into this room tonight?

Maybe she’d stay in Jules’ room.

I hoped the fuck not.

I took another sip of my scotch and plopped down into the chair, setting the glass on the desk. I had a shit ton of work to do, emails and contracts to review, final checks to make sure Savage had everything they needed when they headed back to New York the next day.

And here I was, acting like some overgrown schoolboy with a crush.

Fucking hell.

I leaned forward, my head in my hands.

The guys would be laughing their asses off at how twisted up I was.

Right after they took their turns pummeling me for being twisted up about Charlie.

Shit.

Would they kill me when they found out that Charlie was so much more to me than just my fake wife?

I was still trying to figure out what she was, but I knew I had no plans to let her go when we got back to New York.

The click of the lock had me looking up as Charlie walked in. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, and I wanted to let it loose, sink my fingers into it, and kiss the hell out of her.

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