Seven Day Fiance: A Love and Games Novel (Entangled Bliss) by Rachel Harris

veins, despite the disapproving stares from the crowd around them. Cajun dancing wasn’t something he excelled at; when he was a kid, his parents had been involved in the Cajun French Music Association, but they could never get him to take the lessons. He hadn’t appreciated the culture, preferring to listen to classic rock on his old Walkman whenever they took him to an event. Now an adult, Cane did appreciate his ancestry…but he still didn’t know jack about the steps.
    How hard could it be, though? He’d learned to fake just about anything with the best of them. Plus, dancing had the added bonus of holding his favorite redhead in his arms some more.
    “Would you—”
    But before Cane could finish the question, Angelle’s gaze shifted. She tensed in his arms and took a step back as a male voice said, “It’s good to see you, Angie.”
    Without turning, Cane knew who stood behind him. So when Angelle’s shaky voice said, “You, too, Brady,” it only confirmed his suspicions. But he’d be damned if he’d let her put distance between them now, especially after that kiss. And especially in front of her ex.
    Tucking her back against his side, back where she belonged—for the rest of the week, that is—Cane turned to face the man Angelle had once considered the one . Sizing up her ex, he didn’t get it. Brady had on a tattered baseball cap, old jeans, and cowboy boots. Certainly not the image he’d gotten of the selfish so-called “good doctor.”
    Their audience that had quieted earlier was now deathly silent. Brady gave Angelle a small smile that failed to hide the pain behind it, and anyone with a pair of eyes could see he still wanted her. Still loved her. Cane had expected as much. Angelle was amazing, and this town had built them up as a couple. But hell if the other man’s interest didn’t bring out Cane’s inner caveman. And damn if that didn’t grate on his nerves even more.
    So the two had a past. She chose to walk away from it. Even if she changed her mind, it shouldn’t matter. This thing between them was a hoax. It wasn’t real. But that didn’t keep him from pressing a lingering kiss on the top of her head anyway. And telling himself it was for the sake of the charade.
    Her ex nodded at the gesture and took a long pull off his beer. Swallowing, he held out his hand and lifted his mouth in a close approximation of a smile. “Brady Doucet. Real pleased to meet you.”
    “Cane Robicheaux,” he said, staring at the outstretched hand for a half-beat before shaking it. “Likewise.”

Chapter Seven
    This was really happening.
    Brady and Cane were actually standing toe-to-toe, shaking hands, and her entire hometown (or what felt like it) was keeping watch. Angelle knew this moment would come. Heck, she’d even tried to prepare herself for it. But no amount of forethought could’ve lessened the shock of seeing her ex approach while she was still reeling from Cane’s toe-tingling kiss. On instinct, she’d shuffled back a step, guilt worms snaking through her insides at the flash of hurt in Brady’s eyes.
    At Cane’s instinctive response, they locked in shock with the rest of her.
    Of course to everyone watching, he was her fiancé. It made sense for him to stake his claim. But what Angie couldn’t figure out was if Cane was just playing the part for the busybody crowd or if it were more. Was he that good of an actor…or could the playboy of Magnolia Springs actually be jealous over her?
    Where exactly did the game end?
    And did it even matter?
    Cane’s kisses were phenomenal. Better than chocolate, horses, and Channing Tatum rolled into one. But it proved that he had beaucoup experience. If she didn’t keep the wall between truth and fiction firmly in place, her poor virginal heart would be left decimated in the end.
    Brady cleared his throat and Angelle realized they’d been standing in awkward silence for way too long. Subtly, she tried releasing the breath she’d been