He's a billionaire and an heir to his Aunt's will that includes a six-month marriage clause. I'm a single mom and pretending to be his fianc e. How the hell did we end up playing house with a deadline
I never thought my childhood crush would show up filthy rich, heartbreakingly handsome and asking me to fake-marry him.
He left Millbrook for boardrooms and billions. I stayed, raising my son and trying to forget the boy who never looked back. But now Evan Sinclair is back in town-with a stipulation in his late aunt's will that says he has to marry within six months or lose the inn that meant everything to her.
Fake fianc e. Real problems.
Late-night plans. Flirty tension. Whispered truths I didn't want to hear.
He looks at my son like he's already his. He touches me like he means it.
We're supposed to be lying. But every time he brushes past me, I forget the rules.
Evan is everywhere-fixing the inn, fixing me. He makes me laugh. Makes me ache. Makes me want.
But the past doesn't stay buried. And the deadline is closing in.
If this arrangement crumbles, I'll lose the man who's made me believe in love again-and the family we almost were.