A knight in shining armor? Hardly. More like my worst enemy wrapped in a swoon-worthy tux…
When Brooks Salinger saves me from heartbreak at a wedding, I never expect to see him again—let alone find him back in my life, set to destroy my family’s bookstore.
But when he offers me a wild deal—pretend to be his girlfriend at a ritzy wedding in exchange for saving the store—I reluctantly agree.
Now we’re “in love,” navigating bridal showers, family dinners, and dance floors where sparks are definitely flying.
He’s irritatingly perfect in the role of devoted boyfriend, and worse, I’m starting to believe it.
But he’s still the enemy, the one I’m supposed to hate. So why does one searing look from him have me wishing our fake love was something I could keep?
