I’m delusional. That’s got to be the reason I’ve agreed to continue this sham of a marriage with Logan.
When I walk into the radio station office, the administrative staff all peer up at me from their computers. A few say hello, but I beeline into the recording studio to get my segment over with. I have to tell my listeners about my marriage so that they’ll continue to trust me. After this, I’m flying down to Vegas with Logan to do an interview where we’ll say we’re happily married. Such an interview is necessary according to Logan.
“Hey, Chip,” I say, sliding into my seat in front of the microphone.
“I have a whole list of questions that won’t stop coming in about you and a certain MMA fighter?” my older co-host says with a laugh.
Chip used to run the segment I do now, but he’s happy
