I pride myself on being smart and sensible.
But one drunken night in Vegas proves otherwise.Waking up with a ring on my finger is bad enough.
Waking up next to my brother’s best friend, Jaxon Jamison is a nightmare.He’s arrogant, possessive, and too damn good-looking for his own good.
A man who plays to win, and right now, he’s playing for me.When I demand an annulment.
He smirks and says, "Not happening, JJ."Fighting him should be easy.
Ignoring the attraction simmering between us should be even easier.
But Jaxon is a strategist, and I’m starting to suspect that marrying me wasn’t a drunken mistake at all.
