Claiming the Fake Boyfriend

I never planned to fake-date Whitetail Falls’ most notorious heartbreaker, especially not at my cousin’s wedding.

All I wanted was to survive Mia’s wedding weekend without becoming the sad, whispered-about woman who got dumped six months ago. My plan was simple: throw myself into maid-of-honor duties, dodge the pitying looks, and maybe sneak an extra slice of cake when no one’s watching. What I didn’t plan? Colliding headfirst into Tucker Hughes.

When Tucker suggests we join forces, it sounds almost reasonable. A harmless and temporary arrangement.

But then we’re twirling under golden lanterns, his hand warm on my back, his smile curling into my chest, and those pretend kisses? They don’t feel like pretend at all.

The last place I expected to find something real was in the arms of the town’s most charming playboy. But can I trust what I’m feeling, or am I setting myself up for another spectacular collapse?