The engagement? Fake. The summer kisses? Way too real…
Finding the ring was an accident. Putting it on instead of immediately returning it to the rightful owner…well, that was a choice.
One I instantly regretted when my grandmother saw it and excitedly assumed it was mine.
I wanted to correct her. Started to, in fact.
Until I was interrupted by my childhood best friend’s proposal.
But what Brady proposed wasn’t marriage; it was a temporary, mutually beneficial arrangement that tested the boundaries of our friendship.
Because it wasn’t long before my grandmother started planning the wedding…and the hot chemistry I had with Brady got even hotter.
Now, I need a way out of this mess that doesn’t end with losing the best friend I’ve ever had. Entirely doable, right?
Should be. Assuming I can stop falling in love—and into bed—with my fake fiancé.
