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stood up and brushed himself off, red-faced and annoyed. “The second I tried to get him to go anywhere but home, he knew, okay? I did my best!”
    Travis smirked, but his expression fell away when he saw mine.
    “You couldn’t have just pretended? You had to force your way in here to ruin all my plans?” I whined. I wasn’t going to try to pretend. It was unfair.
    “Baby,” Travis said, shoving Shepley to the side as he walked toward me, arms out.
    “No,” I said, pushing him away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t!” I said, sulking. “Do you know how long I’ve been planning this? I didn’t run around trying to ruin my surprise party!”
    “No,” Travis said, encapsulating me in his thick, inked arms. “Parker ruined it.”
    I frowned, pushing him away. “I was still surprised! You still pulled it off. Get off me!”
    Travis leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I wanted to come home and see my wife, who I knew was working hard to make my birthday special.”
    “And then ruined it!” I snarled, still shoving him. I didn’t know why I tried … he didn’t budge.
    America hugged Shepley, and then kissed his cheek. “Do you ever get tired of him getting you in trouble?”
    Shepley smoothed his hair, his brow furrowed. “He would have stolen my car and left me in the parking lot had I not jumped in the passenger side.”
    “Aw!” America said, unable to stop from giggling.
    Shepley’s arms were crossed, and he tried to pull away, but not very hard.
    Travis grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. Once our eyes met, I stopped struggling.
    “Thank you,” he said, smooching my already protruding lips. He let me go, and I felt a bit disorientated from the kiss and my futile struggle.
    Someone knocked on the door, and Jason Brazil opened it and walked through, abruptly stopping when he saw Travis standing amid the half-decorated apartment. “Oh. Damn. Are we late?”
    “Yeah,” I said, throwing a balloon at Travis. “And he’s in trouble.”
    “I am not,” Travis said, half playful, half annoyed.
    “Is the um,” Brazil stuttered, “the uh … the party still on?”
    “Yes. I can’t exactly cancel ten minutes before forty people are supposed to be here,” I grumbled.
    “Forty?” Travis said. “Is that all?”
    “Minus the sluts,” America explained.
    Travis wasn’t amused.
    A couple of girls walked in behind Brazil, overly fake baked, a ton of makeup, and fake double D’s bulging from their tight v-neck T’s.
    “April Fools’!” America said, glaring at our uninvited guests. “The sluts have arrived.”
    The sorority sisters wrinkled their noses at America, but after that paid her little attention. They followed Brazil as he hunted for the keg tap, and then laughed when he held it high in the air.
    “Found it!” he said, waving it around like a toddler with a toy on the playground.
    Brazil and his friends helped finish decorate by blowing up balloons and stringing streamers. More people arrived and joined in. The more Travis helped, the more disappointed I became. Not in him-but in myself. I had a famous poker face, I could hustle Vegas veterans for thousands, but couldn’t pull off a small surprise birthday party for my husband.
    As the sun set, the last of the guests arrived, Trenton and Camille. Trenton helped his girlfriend with her coat, and then turned to hug his little brother. “Happy birthday, ass hat!”
    “Hey,” Camille said, hugging me. “Looks great.” She’d gotten her nose pierced since I’d seen her last, and her hair had a peek-a-boo black streak. The longer she worked for Skin Deep, the wilder she looked, and I was sure Trenton loved it. I smiled. All the ink and makeup looked good on her. She was in love, and couldn’t have been happier.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Nothing,” I said. My smile faded. “Travis came home early.”
    “Sounds like him,” Camille said with a smirk. She was in her bartender attire, and would likely head to work after Travis’s