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Accidentally hitched. Cue the sweet insanity.
Waking up next to the world’s hottest stranger is my first red flag.
The huge rock on my finger? Hint number two I’m head-over-heels in trouble.
I’m hair-on-fire freaked by the marriage certificate.
Then I sit down with Noah Bernard, my mysterious new “husband.”
He talks a good game.
Easy, when he’d put Hercules to shame.
Olympian abs. Defiant growl. Come-to-mama eyes.
Mammoth freaking ego.
I almost wish I remembered our honeymoon.
But I need answers. Not more secrets.
I came to Reno to reinvent myself.
What’s a pretend wife to do with a tight-lipped temporary badass?
Sweet revenge, for one.
Like the day my two-timing ex hears I’ve landed Mr. Perfect.
Hello, unintended consequences.
After Noah finds out, there’s no hiding the truth.
I know why there’s this darkness in his eyes.
I learn how bad my lips can ache for one more kiss.
I see him face down hell itself. Protecting me.
I keep asking the inevitable: what if the divorce papers can’t undo love?
Mornin’, Hercules (Mindy)
The unnerving sensation of not knowing where I am hits before I’ve even opened my eyes.
Plus, the hellacious pounding in my head tells me I’m not ready for this yet. Not ready to look. It’ll hurt, guaranteed.
I groan, pushing my cheek into the pillow, piercing pain rippling up my jaw like lightning. Then I pry my eyes open one at a time, instantly regretting it.
Should’ve listened. Shouldn’t invite this stabby, invisible dagger into my brain, but the unease growling in my belly gets the best of me.
I have to know where the hell I am.
White walls. Stark white. Painful, priestly white.
I close my eyes. Bask in sweet relief.
Then I try to think. Try to remember.
Try to fight through this angry nothingness fogging up my mind.
My heart starts racing and I try to dispel it. The strange desire to freak out.
I take a deep breath and hold it.
What do I know? What do I remember?
I’m in Reno. And I went out last night to a casino. Hit it big on a slot machine. Dancing cartoon cats on the screen everywhere, throwing dollar bills, the entire machine going siren red and green with flashing lights.
A woman with bright purple lipstick and oversized shades insisted on a victory round of margaritas for us both. So, I indulged her, just like anybody in great spirits and instantly flush with cash.
But I wasn’t done yet. Oh, mama, no.
Then I’d played blackjack. My almost-friend with the purple lips steered me toward the tables before she’d disappeared.
That’s where I’d found that handsome sip of sin. Hercules.
The utterly ripped, silver-tongued beast who gives me a shaky smile even now. The man who kept winking at me with his vivid blue eyes every time I won another hand.