How did I end up playing the fake fiancé to a woman I just met? Well, it all started with a trip. A guilt trip.
My family is wacky. And way too involved in my love life. So, when my sister demands I bring my fiancée to her wedding, there’s only one problem . . . she doesn’t exist.
Who better to play the role of my future bride than the woman who nearly kicked my bucket?
Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Evie is gorgeous, accomplished, and funny.
The plan? We’ll learn everything we can about each other, then ‘break things off’ a few weeks after the wedding.
Except . . .
The line between reality and make-believe is getting blurrier.
I can’t stop thinking about Evie. Actually, I can think of little else.
Her laughter is contagious. Our fake kisses feel real.
Maybe if we keep practicing—a lot—we’ll pull this whole love thing off.
For real.
