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“I’ll just…” Zoë choked. “I’ll just turn around.” How the hell could she pose as a newlywed with this guy?

“Uh, you do that…” he mumbled.

She spun around on the changing-room bench so fast she got a splinter in her bottom through her underpants. Blushing, she managed to scramble into the yoga pants, jacket and shoes. Three seconds tops. But she could still hear the sound of his unzipping and rustling and stripping behind her.

Torture, plain and simple.

Fully clothed, Zoë stood. “Ready?” she inquired trying to sound casual, while the image of Jake’s naked chest and his hand snaking over his zipper remained branded in her brain.

Her gaze skittered over to his side of the room. Wowza.

Jake didn’t wear underwear. No tighty whities. No boxers. Nada. And he had a great butt. One of the all-time-great butts. She was going to be haunted by it for the rest of her life.

Zoë flushed. His bare pecs and abs, his butt, all within the past five minutes.

How was she ever going to survive this fake honeymoon?