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The night had been long, full of funny stories about Jett and his friends. I felt like I knew Jett a hell of a lot better after meeting the people he called friends in his younger days. I also felt like Jett wanted to move forward with me a lot faster than I thought was smart.
Another thing I could blame on the fake marriage.
As we made the ride back home the next day, Jett was in a rambunctious mood. “If I took you to the airport and we took off to Las Vegas what would you think?”
“I’m not doing that today, Jett.”
He looked at me as he pulled up to a stop light. “You know, there are tons of women who’d jump at the chance to marry a handsome billionaire.”
“I do know that.” I ran my hand over his shoulder. “But you don’t love any of them. You love me. And I want to go slow.” My
