Nadine When my limp-wrist Ex invites me to his wedding — to the woman he cheated on me with — I do what any self-respecting woman in my position would do. I lie — and say I’m bringing my husband.
The small, no-big-deal problem is — I don’t have a husband. Enter the solution to my problem. River. My best friend’s twin brother, who’s supposedly off-limits.
It’s just two days of pretending, anyway. ~ turn-up, celebrate, piece of cake, done ~ Should be easy, right? Wrong. Because — here’s the thing.
I’ve had a huge crush on River from the moment I met him, so acting like I’m not affected by the kissing and touching would require superhuman effort.
And my self-preservation has the strength of wet cardboard when it comes to him. By the time River and I destroy my ex at his own wedding, I realize the biggest lie isn’t the fake marriage.
