Pretending to be in love with my best friend was supposed to be easy—until I realized pretending isn't enough . . .

I'm what most people would call exceptional. For my skills on the ice, for my massive and muscle-clad frame, and, of course, for my suave British accent that makes all the American girls swoon.

And now, I have an exceptional problem. Thanks to a visa screw-up, I need to convince an immigration officer I'm engaged to an American if I want to stay in the country.

My best friend Abby, a brilliant artist with the most luscious curves I've ever laid eyes on, is the natural choice.

She'd do anything for me. I know I can trust her.

But as we spend every day together, as I struggle to keep my eyes from lingering on her, as I get used to waking up with her body warming our bed, as her laughter bouncing off the walls of our crappy apartment becomes my daily soundtrack . . . I'm not sure I can trust myself—not to fall in love, for real.