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Campbell.
    It was more than I’d had fifteen minutes ago, at least.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something shimmering, half-hidden by the duvet. “Aha!” I said, leaping for it and extracting my purse from the sheets. I had my phone out in seconds, and I ignored the barrage of texts I’d missed from Layla in favor of googling “B.D. Campbell.” I felt like the middle initial was somehow connected to a city, so I tried a few variations of that as well.
    Bob Denver Campbell.
    Bruce Davenport Campbell.
    Barry DesMoines Campbell.
    Nothing. At least nothing that I could connect to my mysterious spouse. I was still deep in a search for “Brent Dayton Campbell” when I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of my name.
    “Whoa, sorry.” I turned to see him standing with his hands held up in surrender. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, hanging seductively on his perfect pelvic bones, around his ass, barely hiding his cock, and I was grateful for it. Seeing that again would be too distracting. “Didn’t mean to startle you,” he said with a smirk. He had caught me staring at the towel.
    “You didn’t,” I answered automatically, recalling one of my first lessons from Ken: Be accommodating. Nobody likes a diva.
    “Right,” he said, shrugging and moving toward the dresser. “Anyway, I’m starving. You want me to call room service and get brunch or something?”
    I felt a rumble in my stomach that sent it lurching now that it had my focus, and nodded. “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, that’d be great. Only, I’m a—.“ He cut me off before I could finish.
    “Vegetarian,” he said, smirking. “I know.”
    I frowned down at my phone. Either this guy was a mind-reader, or we had actually really talked last night. Most of my fuzzy memories did not seem to involve many... words, but one seemed to stick out. I looked up with a smile. “You got it, Cowboy.”

4
    Bennett
    A va jumped in the shower almost as soon as I’d vacated it, but I felt something like triumph when she called me Cowboy. It was... nice. As nice as it had been when she’d first called me Cowboy. Effortless. Everything she did was effortless.
    No, that wasn’t the right word for it, exactly.
    Natural. Everything she did was natural. She didn’t have to fake anything. Ironic, considering her profession.
    Former profession, I supposed, since she’d been fired yesterday. And how shitty was that? Some asshole takes naked pictures of her in the shower, and she loses her job over it. She could probably use a laugh. I could hear her in the shower, and I thought that maybe I should tell her the truth when she finished, but it seemed like a shame not to really go for it now that I’d started. You had to really commit to a prank to pull it off, and timing was everything. Plus, how could I quit now, just when it was becoming so comfortable? So effortless? So natural to be with her.
    So instead, I called my concierge and had him arrange a vegetarian brunch for honeymooners. I’d always believed that it wasn’t fair that only married people got to be honeymooners. I wanted to try it on for a while, and Ava could certainly stand to be pampered. I could come clean before we left for the ranch. Maybe she’d still want to come. The least I could do was offer her a retreat after the time she’d been having.
    Of course, there were still a few details needed if I was going to really continue this hoax. I called the concierge back and asked him to pick up two wedding bands from Tiffany’s. Ava did have tiny fingers, but I knew Tiffany’s would have something in her size. It wasn’t quite the most money I’d spent on a prank, but it was close. At the very least, the rings would make good souvenirs.
    She was still in the shower but I thought I heard her swearing through the door. I wasn’t sure, given that the water and closed door had muffled her voice, but she might have said “Shitfingers”, and it made me laugh, remembering something