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Libby smiled before she opened her eyes. “Good morning.

How’d you sleep?”

“Amazing since it was next to you,” Reagan replied before throwing her leg around her and pulling her in like an octopus capturing prey.

Libby laughed as she nestled into her warmth. “Don’t set my expectations too high or I’ll expect every morning to be like this.”

“Every morning you wake up next to me, I will tell you just how much I love you.”

The L word sounded even better in the weak morning light than it did under the full moon.

She looked at Reagan. “You promise?”

Reagan moved a strand of dark hair out of her face. “I swear.”

Libby’s chest ached as emotion welled up in her eyes.

“Hey,” Reagan cupped her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to come clean. About everything. About how we met and all the lies I’ve been telling,” she blurted before she could change her mind.

Reagan’s sleepy eyes widened. “Who do you want to tell?”

“Everyone. I’ve written something. Will you read it? I know it makes you a liar to your friends and family, and I really don’t want them to hate me more than they do, so if you don’t want me to post it I won’t.”

Reagan shook her head. “I don’t need to read it, Lib. I trust you and I’ll back you up on whatever you want to do.

Are you sure you’re ready to do this? Have you thought about the repercussions?”

“I have to do it despite the repercussions,” she decided.

“How can we build anything with this huge lie hanging over us.”“Isn’t it enough to just tell the people we care about? You don’t have to confess to the world,” Reagan suggested as she ran her hand up and down Libby’s nude back.

“If you’re hesitant, I totally understand. This is a lot more drama than I’m sure you’re used to and if it’s going to negatively a ect your brand—”

“Hey, all publicity is good publicity,” Reagan interrupted.

“Do you think I’ve ever gotten that many people with disposable income in here? I couldn’t have done that without you and your connections.”

Cupping Reagan’s face, Libby ran her thumb along her jaw. “Getting them here wouldn’t have mattered if you didn’t have all that amazing stu to sell. You and your artists are the reason for success.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you last night…” Her cheeks flushed with color as if remembering their night under the stars. “We sold out completely.”

Libby winced as her stomach knotted. “Would you be mad if I told you I bought everything that was left?”

Reagan laughed. “Oh no, I told everybody before we started that your money was no good here. We really did sell everything.”

The news was a cold knife slicing her heart in two. “Oh,”

she tried to conceal her disappointment but couldn’t. “There were things I really wanted.” She averted her eyes from Reagan’s gaze.

“You mean like the things I made for you?” Reagan asked with a little smirk.

Libby looked up at her.

“You think I’d sell those?”

Shrugging, Libby bit the inside of her cheek