Ever since then she’d learned not to allow herself near men like Andrew Tremblay.
Except you’re marrying him in forty-eight hours.
Lana shook her head. She had to get out of here.
Tomorrow was her day off, thankfully. All she wanted to do was get home, shower and get a good night’s sleep. And tomorrow morning she’d hit the beach with her board and just forget everything for a while.
It had been a long time since she’d surfed. Usually she was too busy, but tomorrow was a good time to burn off some steam. Some frustration and some sexual tension that she was experiencing lately since she had to deal with Andrew Tremblay on a regular basis.
She only hoped the weather cooperated or she might do something she’d regret the next morning.
And the thing was, she was going to have to stay married to her possible regret for a year.
There would be no escape. No easy out if she decided to walk down that uneasy path. She was too far down the rabbit hole now; there were too many people she’d disappoint if she backed out of the marriage of convenience now.
She was just going to do everything in her power not to fall prey to Andrew Tremblay’s charms.
Easier said than done.
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