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Oh, Ames, you are so screwed.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
“He bought you a building? There’s no way this stays a ‘fake’ marriage. You’ll be repaying him in sex before too long.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Stop it. It’s Liam. Neither one of us is interested in sex.”
“Come on, Amy. This is a classic story—pretending to be married, forced into close proximity, and then falling for each other. Before you know it, it’ll be a real marriage.”
Pointing at Natalie, she added, “Just like this one protested that she wouldn't end up with Jaxon after he knocked her up. The writing was on the wall. All you have to do is read it like I am now.”
“Listen, we have our separate spaces. I don’t even like Liam most days. I’m not going to want to sleep with him. Ever.”
Hannah’s lips quirked up smugly. “Famous last words. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. The man may be a grouch, but he is one hell of a male specimen. And marriage to him makes you a princess.
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