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assistant was a sore spot with him. "Yeah. Everyone tries to impress Lazer."
    By everyone, I assumed he meant me.
    "A future permanent position for Andrea is on the line." I ignored his dig and tried not to sound too defensive.
    Jus looked immediately sorry for bringing it up and gave me a playful pat on the butt. "Just watch yourself around her. I'm sure she reports everything back to Lazer. We have a spy in our midst!" He made a joke out of it. But he was serious.
    I knew enough to keep my mouth shut. And keep our game on.
    "Wish I could make it to the show."
    I shook my head. "If you did, you would probably be the only guy in the audience. Sunshine Sheri's demographic skews heavily female. And as Sheri's assistant described this episode to me, it's a summer wedding theme. Like Sheri is fond of doing. I'm supposedly the expert and will be tasting wedding cake samples and giving tips." I shook my head. "As if I know anything about planning a wedding! We eloped."
    Magda glanced over at us.
    "You have great taste and you know delicious cake when you eat it—what more do you need?" Jus said with obvious pride.
    I shook my head at him.
    "I'm still sorry to miss it. I'm set up to record it. Break a leg!" He gently rubbed my arm.
    "I don't think you tell interviewees to break legs," I said.
    He winked, giving me a look that made my heart melt. It was so damned full of love and happiness. How the hell did he put that on? He never looked at me like that when no one was around. I was beginning to imagine I was hallucinating it. A desperate woman thirsty for love? Was I becoming one of those decoy brides who actually fell in love with her husband? And looked for whatever signs and hope she could find?
    It would serve me right, I supposed. But at other times I wondered if all this pretending to be in love had simply gone to my head. Could my heart actually be starting to think it was real?
    Jus glanced at his phone. "Shit! I have to be going." He downed the rest of his orange juice.
    I walked him to the door.
    He hesitated.
    "Yes?" I said.
    He looked so damnably nervous and adorable. "Mom's been texting. Begging me, coercing me, using all her motherly guilt-inducing tactics, to bring you to Naples for the last of the rugby season. She wants us to spend a few days with them before they finish their last summer rugby tournament. Meet Dad and my brothers. See the family biz in action."
    He skimmed my arm with the backs of his fingers, looking at the floor. And then at me apologetically from beneath his lashes. "It will be trial by fire. But it's not a bad idea. We could take a few extra days and go down the Amalfi Coast. Make a mini-honeymoon out of it. Before the craziness of the fall shopping and the run-up to the Christmas season. Once fall hits, it's chaos at Flash until the mid-January retail dead zone."
    He was nervous about trying to convince me to go to Italy with him? Was he kidding? I'd always wanted to go to the Amalfi Coast. Even if it meant dealing with his family in Naples first. "Yes."
    He hesitated like he was only halfway through a prepared speech. "Really? Naples is a dirty city. And my brothers will give us both a ton of shit."
    I nodded. "Going to Italy is on my list."
    His face relaxed. "We could stop by Milan on the way. Check out a few of the Italian designers Flash has been eyeing. I could use your opinion."
    I grabbed his arm. "I would absolutely love that!"
    He smiled. "Great. I was thinking we'd take a private jet to Milan. From there to Genoa. On to Naples for a few. Then hire a car down the coast. Or rent a yacht for day or two."
    I was already dreaming about it. A honeymoon was a great idea. It added authenticity to our marriage. "Sounds wonderful to me!"
    His answering grin was positively boyish and charming. "We'll do it, then! I'll text Mom and get Ophie to make the arrangements and get back to you." He gave me a parting kiss and was finally out the door before I could protest.
    Ophie? That wasn't going to