more like a sealed chamber, containing the lingering tension from their dinner with Maverick Black. Avery, still in the emerald gown, felt th

ticed ease, loosening his tie and shedding his jacket, which he draped over a plush armchair. Avery, feeling the sudden release from the evening's scrutiny, went

e devoid of overt praise but carrying a note of quiet appro

r in the dim light. "He tried, though. Every question was a probe."

be looking for any weakness, any inconsistency." He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber

Because living with a complete stranger you accidentally married, in a pe

siness arrangement, Avery. A significant one. It requires a

eded, her voice softe

ances: we maintain the facade of a happily married couple. Appropriate displays of affection, nothing more. Convincing, but never over-the-top. Third, discretion. What happens within these walls, and the true nature of our ar

ent settling within her. The clear delineation of their roles, while necessary for the

pted, sensing a final

e as a united front. Against Maverick, against the media, against anyone who seeks to undermine this. We are a

"An alliance, then. A

nt of something less rigid. "Perhaps. But effective, as tonight proved." He finis

e compliment, a small acknowledgment of her effor

n to understanding, though he did not press for details. He simply nodded, a silent

e intricate charade playing out within its confines. The first major test was over, but the true challenge of their accidental marriage, and the uncomfortable allia