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their own driveway.
    Nick ushers us in the house and shuts the door before locking it.
    “You’re fuckin’ amazing, Kat,” Jake beams at me.
    “Sorry?” I furrow my brow. I think we all did awesome just then.
    “He’s right. You were perfection,” Nick compliments squeezing my wrist before moving toward the kitchen.
    Jake and I follow with gigantic smiles smeared across our faces. We can do this.

Nick
    “This bed is heavenly,” Kat moans as she slides into the sheets wearing a white silk and lace nightie that hits her ankles.
    “It’s pretty good,” I respond telling my dick to slow the fuck down.
    “Sorry about the nightie. My closet doesn’t have a single T-shirt in it and I didn’t bring any with me.”
    “It’s fine.”
    “I considered sleeping my sportswear, but they only have me in tiny shorts and sports bras. Not really comfort clothes in my book. I thought about goin’ into your dressing room and stealing some undershirts, but I didn’t know if you’d be down with that. So, you’re stuck with nighties I thought only existed in soft porn. I’m convinced a man styled me for this op,” she huffs.
    The image of her in only a sports bra and barely-there shorts gets my dick at full mast. Her in one of my T-shirts…now I’m painfully hard. I keep my laptop firmly in place telling her, “Help yourself to whatever you need in my closet.”
    “Thanks. It’s probably not a good idea, now that I think about it. I have to be in op mode here, not bunny slippers.”
    “True.”
    It’s definitely not a good idea and for more reasons than just the op.
    “I’m no good at pillow talk. At least that’s what my last mark told me,” Kat apologizes pulling the duvet up to her chin before rolling to face my side.
    “I’m no good at most kinds of talking,” I admit.
    “Well, I don’t believe that. You’ve talked to me just fine. Thanks for carrying me over the threshold. I know it was for the eyes of the neighborhood, but that’s one of the sweetest things a man has ever done for me even if it was fake.”
    That’s just fucking sad. I have no clue how to respond.
    “I’ll try to be the best fake husband I can be.”
    “And I’ll be the best fake wife. Does that nursery freak you the fuck out?”
    “On principle?”
    “No, it’s not like I hate babies or anything. I love kids actually. But if it’s in the house and all of Stepford knows about it they’ll expect it to be filled at some point. How’s that gonna work?”
    “Infertility.”
    “Okay.”
    I shut my laptop and lay down, uncomfortable sleeping in a full pajama set. I wiggle around getting settled on my side facing away from Kat.
    “Night,” Kat whispers in her soft sweet voice.
    “Night,” I mumble.
    A few minutes later, I hear her breathing even out. I wait a good five minutes and then climb out of the bed and pad to the office across from our room. I flop into the leather chair at the large L-shaped mahogany desk and plug my laptop in. I write a quick email to Shanny letting her know I’m on an op and that I’ll call her when I’m able.
    I read through some briefs on our secure DCA network about the Bookers and the human trafficking ring for the next three hours until I’m finally exhausted enough to fall asleep. When I walk into our dark room, the moonlight is casting a cool glow on Kat’s skin. She looks ethereal…if that’s a thing.
    I step lightly to my side of the bed and pull off my pajamas, leaving my boxer briefs. No way I’ll be able to sleep in that shit. I’ll be up before anyone else is so Kat won’t be uncomfortable finding me mostly naked next to her. I only get a few hours of sleep a night normally. I’ve never needed more than that. I guess I haven’t needed it because I sure as shit haven’t gotten it.
    I slide into the bed carefully, hoping not to disturb Kat. When I move to lie down, she flies across the bed away from me, curling into a protective ball at the edge of the bed. She doesn’t