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So I’d done it. I’d stomped right in and told my family a bunch of crap just to make sure I kept up the sham for Jett. He didn’t ask me to. I knew he’d never ask me to do a thing like that.
But it was there, deep inside of me.
Keep Jett happy.
The money wasn’t the issue. Not the driving force that had me making that drastic decision. It was my love for him that forced me to do a thing I’d never even considered doing.
As we drove back from lunch, our parents all heading to their own homes, Jett and I held hands. My stomach was full of the Italian food we’d eaten. I was sleepy and in a daze.
Jett would marry me if I wanted. So why wasn’t I hopping on that as fast as I could?
Resting my head on the headrest, I turned to look at the gorgeous man who was driving. Jett was a masterpi
