Married her by accident. Fell for her on purpose.
I’ve spent most of my life in love with Knova Hale—pilot, smartass, and the only girl who ever made me forget how to speak in full sentences.
So of course, the night I finally get close to her… we wake up married.
It’s supposed to be fake. Temporary. A PR stunt with an expiration date.
But she moves in. Starts stealing my hoodies. Wrecking my focus. Saving my life in more ways than one.
Now I’ve got a busted ankle, a borrowed couch, and a wife who hates my guts—or at least, pretends to. But underneath the snark and the history and all the reasons we shouldn’t work… I know she feels it too.
This isn’t just a publicity stunt anymore.
It’s the shot I’ve waited a lifetime to take. And I’m not letting her walk away without a fight.
