Three days. One fake marriage. And chemistry that doesn't feel pretend at all.
Have you ever been kissed so hard that your brain short-circuited? Yeah… me too. That's probably how I ended up at my friend's wedding with a fake husband in tow.
Here's the story: I ducked into a cute little town for some liquid courage—and ran straight into my college frenemies. After listening to them drone on about my ex bringing his perfect fiancée, I downed a shot of tequila and made a beeline for the door.
That's when I found myself corralled into the arms of Nix Fuller—former Chicago hockey star, all sharp jawlines and dangerous confidence—who practically inhaled me with a kiss before announcing he was my plus one. My husband, apparently.
It should've ended there. One fiery kiss. One impulsive lie.
But since the mean girls were watching, I decided to dive headfirst into the role of happy fake wife. I mean, it's only for three days. What could possibly go wrong?
Except Nix is far too good at this game.
Every look he gives, every touch that lingers, sets my heart—and everything else—on fire.
Until the lines blur… and this fake marriage starts to feel a little too real.