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CHAPTER EIGHT HARPER Ethan hasn’t blinked in a solid minute, and I’m starting to think he’s lost his ability to speak. He finally clears his throat. “Excuse me? As your what now?” I hadn’t intended to blurt it out, but he brought up the conference, and it felt like a good time. My nerves overcame me, and it just spilled out like word vomit. Setting my plate on the coffee table, I swallow hard and repeat myself. “I need you to come with me as my fiancé.” “Your…fiancé?” “Yes,” I confirm. “I need a fake fiancé.” He blinks again. “Why?” “Because I told everyone I was engaged, and now they’re expecting me to bring the man I’m marrying to the next conference.” Ethan scrubs both hands down his face as if he’s more confused than before. His reaction is warranted because I’m not giving hi