I was three months behind on rent when my arrogant, gorgeous neighbor offered me fifty grand to pretend to be his wife for one family dinner.
One dinner turned into a summer. One lie turned into the most dangerous thing of all — real feelings.
Ethan Cole is a control freak with abs, a laminated marriage backstory, and a grandmother who sees through everything. His ex wants his company shares. His family wants a wedding. And I want my bakery — the one I've been pressing my nose against like a Victorian orphan.
The deal was simple: no real feelings, no touching unless Grandma's watching, and it ends after dinner.
But he remembered my coffee order. He bought me my grandmother's ring. And when the enemies came for us both, the fake husband showed up like a real one.
Fifty grand for one dinner. Worst deal he ever made.