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“Yeah, sure,” I reply with way too much enthusiasm. “Things are great.”

Okay, that was over the top, and Lennox knows it.

We’re silent as we watch Shane hit the ball off to the tree line on the right.

I’m safe from further interrogation, because we have to pile into the golf cart and drive down to where Shane’s ball is in the rough.

Then again, maybe I’m not so safe, seeing as Lennox starts it back up when he asks, “Claire’s not still mad about that picture, is she?”

Shane, who’s driving the cart, jumps in. “You still in trouble, man? You know, we can talk to her if you want.”

“No, no,” I reply. “I appreciate the offer, guys. I really do. But like I said, everything is super. She’s not mad about anything.”

“That’s good,” Shane says.

They seem to accept my explanation.

We reach the tree line, and thankfully the subject is changed back to golf.

But Claire is still on my mind.

Part of what I told them is true—she’s not mad about the picture. At least I don’t think she is.

But there is a problem of some sort, and I fear it’s far deeper.

The scariest part is, I have a feeling whatever this tension is between me and Claire, it’s about to blow way the fuck up.

I just hope we both survive.

Yesterday, when Easton went to play golf with the guys, he didn’t know it, but I was meeting with my attorneys. I wanted to see if my dad could revoke my trust fund if we were to ever get divorced.

The answer is that he can’t.

The money is mine.

When Easton returned home, I wanted to tell him what I’d found out. This way he’ll know he’s not trapped and stuck with me forever. He can have a life with a real wife and everything that goes with that.

Problem was, I couldn’t build up enough courage to bring up the subject. The truth is, I don’t want a divorce. I’d like to stay married to Easton. I don’t want him to be free to find someone else.Iwant to have a real marriage with him.

I just don’t know how he’d feel about that.

And that’s what scares me.

So, when he walked into the house yesterday, I just asked him about his golf game.

He said he’d won.

We were in the kitchen, and we just kind of stood there then, at a loss for words.

That’s been happening a lot lately.

Huffing, I started to walk away.

But then he stopped me when he said, “Can you hold up a sec?I forgot to tell you something.”

I turned back to face him, hoping he’d say he’s fallen in love with me, and can we stop this farce of a fake marriage.

But no, he just said, “I have practice tomorrow morning, and that pool repair guy I told you about is coming at ten. I should be back around eleven, but can you let him in and stick around till I’m home? You know, in case he needs something.”

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