“Allison, you’re tense.”

I laughed. “That obvious, huh?”

“Your voice is different.”

I slumped my shoulders. “It feels like this is happening too fast.”

“We can postpone it.”

“No. Bob and Sophie keep reminding me that they want custody. And frankly, I don’t think I could get used to what we’re planning anyway. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’ll be in knots for the foreseeable future.”

He tsked. “That won’t do. As your future husband, I can’t allow that.”

Butterflies roamed in my stomach. My heart skipped a beat and then seemed to grow in size.

My husband.Was it insane that I liked the sound of it even though I knew it wasn’t real?

“And what do you plan to do about it, future husband?” I teased.

“I won’t allow you to spend the next weeks stressing out.”

“I don’t think you can help it.”

“I disagree.”

“Of course.”

“The first thing that comes to mind is, of course, distracting you. Can you book Doreen for Friday or Saturday evening?”

My stomach somersaulted yet again. The sensation was already overwhelming me. “Sure.”

“That’s a good start.”

I was thrilled at the thought of spending time alone with Nick again. But was it smart?

Last time, I couldn’t stop ogling him. My body went into overdrive just because I was sitting next to him on a swing. Now more than ever, I should try to put some distance between us, because I’d soon be living with this man. Up until now, staring at him when he came to visit was harmless. He was hot as sin, and I was single, after all. But we had separate lives besides the two days a week when he dropped by. This was different. We were going to live together.

But did I come up with an excuse and turn him down? I did not. Instead, I said, “I’ll let you know when Doreen has time.”

“Perfect. If she has time FridayandSaturday, that would be great.”

“We’ll stay out late on Friday? Because then I should probably tell her to spend the night here.”

“Even better. Tell her that.”

“Okay.” My body was aching in all sorts of intimate places.

How long has it been since I’ve been with a man?

Too long.

“Gives me plenty of time to help you relax,” he added mischievously.

“You need two days for that?”

“Yes. I take my fake fiancé duties very seriously.”

“I’m liking the sound of that. Thanks, Nick.” I yawned.