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Whoops.
Last night in Vegas is a blur. Now I’m waking up naked wrapped around Landon freaking Covington, my stupidly hot and younger guy friend, with a wedding ring on my finger and a marriage certificate on the table next to me.
Like I said, Whoops. I’m thirty. I should know better, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
WhoopsWell, apparently not.
Because I’ve married the last alpha-male virgin on the planet. Yep, virgin. And my stubborn, oddly traditional new husband doesn’t want a divorce. He wants me. But there’s no way we could ever work. I’m a cat person. He loves dogs. I like tacos. He wants pizza. I love dirty, wild s*x . . .
meWe also bicker nonstop about the dumbest stuff. The frown on his full mouth and tick in his jaw when he’s angry are
