I was hired to pretend to be Dean Weston’s fiancée for one week. The job was simple: memorize our story, wear the ring, and convince everyone we’re in love.
Easy enough.
Except Dean isn’t anything like I expected.
The more time I spend with him, the harder it becomes to remember this is just a job. And the more I learn about why he needs me there, the more dangerous the lie becomes.
Because I’m not the only one hiding secrets.
Dean Weston is successful, guarded, and far too observant for my comfort. He notices things no one else does. The cracks in my smile. The stories I don’t tell.
The parts of myself I’ve spent a lifetime trying to hide.
Pretending to be in love should be easy.
But stolen glances become lingering touches. Fake memories begin to feel real.
And somewhere between the lies we’ve created and the truths we’re afraid to face, I find myself wanting something I was never supposed to have.
Him.
The problem is that every lie has an expiration date. And when the truth finally comes out, it won’t just destroy our arrangement.
It might destroy me.
