Page 90 of The Fake WIfe Playbook

“I love you more,” she says with her little smile that turns me inside out.

“You’re still my favorite song, you know,” I say, quietly but sure.

She smiles, and I swear she’s glowing. “And you’re still the only game I don’t know how to play.”

And right there, with no cameras, no contracts, no pretending left between them, they both just… fell.

“I never believed in love stories. But somehow… I think we just wrote ours,” Kate murmurs in between kisses.

And perhaps we did. We’re enjoying a week in Thailand. It’s the honeymoon we never took. And it crosses another item off my list. This is a quiet location, free from cameras and the press. It’s just us, in a bungalow, enjoying the turquoise water and sun.

It’s been a helluva year. I know all of Kate’s songs. I’ve cooked her numerous dinners that didn’t cook in the microwave, and she attends every home game she can, and a few on the road.

I guess I got my wish. We’re here, having endured the follies of new love and marrying before dating, but in the end? I wouldn’t have it any other way.