Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance Read Free Page A

on their guests to make sure paparazzi don’t sneak in. To get in, you either have to be seriously rich or seriously famous……or, apparently, win this contest. They do background checks on their guests, so journalists never get in, but if the rumors are true, it’s where A-list celebrities go to hook up with each other away from the paparazzi.
    Travis grins as he takes in the look of shock on my face.
    “Give me that!” I snatch the brochure out of his hand and open it up. I open it, and my heart sinks.
    Of course. I should have known. For normal, non-famous people, it’s a honeymoon resort, so the contest only applies to couples who get married at the wedding chapel at the other end of the casino. That would explain why most of the tables around us are occupied by drunk, horny couples. There was a big line outside the chapel when we walked in. They're probably just here waiting their turn.
    I shake my head and put the brochure back on the tray of drinks. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”
    “Why?” Travis picks the brochure off the table and reads it.
    “It’s only for people who get married here.”
    “Yeah, but they’re giving away ten trips. Those are pretty fucking good odds.”
    I look around and do the math. Twenty couples here, twenty couples in line…holy crap, that’s a 25% chance to get enough celebrity dirt to make headlines for the rest of the year. It’s too bad I don’t have anyone to marry.
    I look up at Travis, who’s looking back at me and trying not to laugh.
    “Travis! Ew!”
    Travis raises his eyebrows and adopts a look of mock innocence. “What? I didn’t say anything.”
    I sip my drink, hoping that Travis doesn’t see me blushing.
    But of course he does.
    “Ohhhh, I see what’s going on. You thought I was going to ask if you wanted to marry me , didn’t you?”
    I bite my lip and try to come up with a response. “I mean, of course it crossed my mind that we could technically get married and enter the contest. That doesn’t mean I thought of it as a serious option. I mean, gross…” For some reason, my voice is weak and I’m stammering, like I do when I’m caught in a lie. Can’t we change the subject to something else?
    Travis shrugs. “Hey, I’m just saying, you were just telling me that it’d solve your Nina problem. I’d do a lot for my stepsister, even if it meant making you my blushing bride.”
    I let out a gasp and attempt to cover it by bringing my drink quickly up to my lips. Well, I’m already blushing…
    Okay, we need to change the subject.
    “Well, uh, thanks for the offer, but I think I’m going to try and find a scoop the old fashioned way.”
    I look down at the drink tray.
    “So…why do you get free drinks here?”
    Travis’ bright blue eyes make long, intense contact with mine, like he’s trying to read my mind.
    “Well…it’s a funny story. It started last year, when we rented out the roof of this place to shoot a commercial…”
     
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    When the whole tray of drinks is finished, the waitress comes back, batting her eyelashes at Travis. “Want another tray?”
    Oh no. No way. No more drinks for me. I’m not at total hot mess level yet, but I’m definitely getting close. Ever since that last Long Island Iced Tea, everything that comes out of Travis’ mouth has been hilarious to me.
    “I’m good, thanks.”
    Travis shrugs. “I’ll take one more shot.”
    I start laughing. See what I mean? That wasn’t even a joke.
    “I’ll be right back.”
    The waitress leaves, and I go back to ranting about how terrible the OMG offices are. I was kind of hoping that she’d take the tray away, so I wouldn’t have to look at that stupid brochure out to the corner of my eye.
    It’s taunting me. I haven’t really been able to stop thinking about it since I opened it up. I can practically see the celebrities having illicit affairs in the glass windows. Even a boring story that came from this place would get me promoted, and it's