Pretend
-- EXCERPT: “I need another favor,” Eric said, finishing off the last bite of danish before grabbing the muffin off her plate and devoured it with a groan. “And you felt the best way to go about that was to glare at me while stealing my food?” Morgan asked, blinking at the man narrowing his eyes on her. “Yes,” Eric bit out, his glare never leaving her as he reached over and forced her to snatch the mini chocolate chip muffin off the plate and shove it into her mouth before he could steal it. “And my bags?” Morgan asked, following that up by snatching the small piece of coffee cake off the plate and took a large bite of it, making sure to savor every last morsel simply to piss him off. “Gave me great joy to leave them behind,” Eric bit out as he reached over and snatched the last bite of coffee cake out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth, his glare never leaving her as he finished it off. Nodding slowly, Morgan said, “Whatever it is, the answer’s no.” For a moment, Eric simply glared at her before he said, “You owe me.” “I really don’t, though,” Morgan said, swiping the last apple danish off the plate before he could grab it and took a bite before she added, “and if I did owe you anything, which I don’t, I would say that me being dragged along on this trip more than makes up for whatever imaginary debt you think I owe you.” “You really think so?” Eric asked, reaching over and swiped the danish out of her hand and shoved it in his mouth. “I really do,” Morgan said, knowing that she’d more than paid back any favor that she owed him by going on this trip. In fact, some might say that he owed her after this. Not that she was going to be around to collect on that debt, but still. She- “Summer camp,” Eric said, taking his time enunciating every syllable as she sat there, trying to remember how to breathe. “You promised we’d never speak of it again,” Morgan mumbled hollowly, swallowing hard as she thought about that summer they- She wasn’t ready to think about what happened. Not now, and definitely not without the help of a trained professional. “You. Owe. Me,” Eric bit out as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box. “But…” Morgan mumbled helplessly, shifting as she licked her suddenly dry lips while she watched as Eric opened the box and- She was going to be sick. “I need you to pretend to be my wife.”
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