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I checked my phone again, that stupid thing buzzing in my pocket like it had a death wish, and yeah, it was Dan, third text in twenty minutes. "Cake tasting at 3? Mom insists on vanilla. You good with that or what?" I snorted, shoved the phone back without answering because fuck him and his mom and their vanilla bullshit. Just because we agreed to this fake wedding crap didn't mean I had to play happy fiancé every second of the day. I grabbed my keys, yelled to the empty house like anyone cared, "Tux fitting, be back later!" At least the workers or someone would prolly hear? Either way I slipped out the side door before Dan could call and make it worse. My heart was already hammering, not from nerves, from that itch under my skin that only hit when I was about to do real work again, the kind that actually mattered.
