Sure, I agreed to marry the stranger with the devilish dimples someday. I just didn’t think three years later the pro athlete would be back…and hell bent on slipping a colossal diamond on my ring finger.
Okay, so technically I did agree to wed the pro golfer known for being a charmer, but in my defense it somehow seemed to make perfect sense in the moment. Plus, what were the odds this smooth-talking hottie would actually win a major championship?
Apparently pretty good.
Now my fiancé is back in my small coastal town, looking sinfully gorgeous and ready to collect on our improbable pact.
Three years apart should have killed whatever combustible chemistry we had. Instead, one kiss against my bookstore counter and Im right back to melting under that wicked grin and forgetting every logical reason were completely wrong for each other.
His world is paparazzi and pressure. Mine is coffee shops and cozy nights in.
Hays swears Im not a distraction, but saying I Do means trading my quiet, predictable life for his jet-setting, headline-making world.
And now I have to decide: play it safe and lose him forever, or believe this man whos determined to prove happily ever afters really do come true.
