Pretending to be her fiancé was easy. Pretending I don’t love her isn’t.
I’ve loved Hattie for years. So when I accidentally tell the entire town we’re engaged, it seems easier to play along than admit the truth.
Now we’re fake planning a future together while I open my brewery and brew bath resort, and every stolen glance, lingering touch, and shared moment makes me want something more. The problem?
I’ve never stopped wanting her. And when the line between pretend and forever starts to blur, risking my heart may be the only way to make her mine.
