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There’s also a link to a book published by the same author who wrote Undeclared Heir, titled Undecided Heiress. I click on it, and there is no listing for her original title. Swiping back to the original page, I read the synopsis—James and Anna live happily ever after.

Another message comes in from the unknown number with a link to my social media account, but my last name is changed, and the profile picture is of James and I kissing.

“What is it?”

I don’t look up from my phone as I reply, “I’m not sure. But, I think we’re married.” James carefully takes my phone from me and swipes through a few photographs, his smile growing wider with each one. “Are we?”

He sits up and tosses the phone onto the bed, pulling me onto his lap. “Yes, it appears so, my dearest Anna. I believe this is what romance readers would call ‘the epilogue.’”

“Will there be butt stuff?”

“What?” he chuckles.

“Will there be butt stuff?” I repeat, biting my lip to stifle my giggles.

James grips my ass to pull me closer. “A finger in your bum wasn’t enough? You’re too tight for my cock, love.”

“You don’t know that! It was just a dream!”

There’s a buzz of his entry bell. “Ah, dinner is here. Tell you what, my beautiful wife, let’s eat, then figure out why the hell I’m wearing trousers with a waist that reaches my pecs. Once that’s sorted, I intend to properly consummate this marriage of ours… including claiming this perfect ass of yours.”

I kiss him softly, unable to hide my smile a moment longer. His languid kisses are the only promise I need, and while the memories we’ve conjured aren’t entirely my own, it’s a problem I’ll deal with another day.