I usually love being a wedding planner. But stepping in when the real bride-to-be takes off was never in the job description before.



Especially when the groom is my brother's broody, billionaire best friend. Logan Carter is the man I've loved to hate for years. Now, thanks to a runaway bride and a PR storm, I'm stuck pretending to be his fiancée.



But here's the kicker: he's not the man I thought he was. He's a devoted father who makes spaghetti and builds snow forts. And those smoldering looks? They could melt the diamond on my fake engagement ring.



The chemistry between us is real, but so is the charade. And as the big day gets closer one thing is clear. He is either the love of my life—or my greatest mistake.