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Throttle nodded. “Got it. I’ll get the list.”

“What about the rest of us?” I asked.

Yarder’s smirk was back. “You can talk to Fallon. Same deal—anywhere he’s been, anywhere he might’ve gone. And you’ll have plenty of time to talk since you two will be staying in your room.”

I furrowed my brow. “Our room? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You can’t sell the story of being an on-again, off-again couple if you don’t start ason, Compass,” Yarder said. He was clearly enjoying this way too much. “Have her move her stuff into your room. You’ve got about forty minutes before the cameras come on to make it happen.”

I dropped my shoulders and let out a long sigh. “Jesus Christ.”

Yarder just grinned. “Clock’s ticking, lover boy.”

Chapter Nine

Fallon

“This is crazy.” I threw the few shirts and jeans I had into the laundry basket.

“It’s what we need to do,” Compass replied evenly, as if uprooting my space and cramming it into his was no big deal.

I spun to face him. “We don’t need to stay in the same room to make this work,” I insisted.

He shrugged and grabbed the laundry basket from me. “Having separate rooms when we’re ‘off’ makes sense, but do you really think anyone will believe we’re ‘on’ while staying in separate rooms?” He motioned toward my bathroom. “Grab your stuff from there. I’ll take this to my room. You can sort it all out later. Right now, we just need to be done before the cameras turn on.”

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. Ten minutes. “Which is in ten minutes,” I grumbled and threw my hands up. “This is insane. We’re not ready for this. I thought we had a couple of days before the cameras would be back.”

Compass gave a quick shrug. “Wethoughtwe had that much time, babe, but it seems the production crew has other ideas.”

I glared at him. “I only like when you call me babe when you’re being nice. Now you’re just trying to humor me.”

His lips quirked into a smirk. “Why? Gotta get into character, don’t we? This could be our first fight.”

“You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath and stomped toward the bathroom.

I didn’t have much stuff other than facewash, a few hair ties, and my toothbrush. I swept it all into a bag and grabbed my shampoo and conditioner from the shower. Sharing a room withCompass wasn’t just about appearances; it was inviting a whole new level of awkwardness into my life.

“This is ridiculous,” I mumbled and shoved a bottle of moisturizer I had sitting on the back of the toilet into the bag.

“Talking to yourself already?” Compass’s voice floated in from the other room. “Learning things about you, and we haven’t even started sharing a room yet.”

I poked my head out of the bathroom. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, moving the rest of my stuff?”

“Relax, Fallon,” he said with a grin. “I’ve got it handled.”

I rolled my eyes and took one more sweep of the bathroom. It wasn’t like I couldn’t run back in here if I forgot something. I emerged from the bathroom, and Compass was lounging against the doorframe with a now-empty laundry basket.

“You’re done already?” I asked.

“It’s a thirty-foot move, Fallon, not thirty miles,” he chuckled.

I shoved the bag of bathroom stuff at him. “Take this, too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took it without protest and turned on his heel.

I followed him to his room, which was now apparentlyourroom.

Compass pushed the door open with his foot and tossed the bag of my bathroom stuff on the bed next to the laundry basket. “Welcome to your new home,” he said and swept an arm out dramatically.

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