What starts as a pretend romance soon turns into so much more…
Newly divorced Dominic Waldorf is the most coveted bachelor in Chicago. At least, that’s what he thinks. I’d describe him as more of a Neanderthal with a really nice backside.
When I accidentally spill champagne on him at a charity event, he accuses me of hitting on him. Then later, I run into him in an empty coat room, and he’s convinced.
The truth is even more embarrassing.
I’m hiding from my ex-fiancé, who showed up with his new wife—my former best friend. I try to hold it together, but instead spill my guts to this handsome stranger.
Dom surprises me by suggesting an agreement: we pretend to date. I get to rub it in my ex’s face and he appears off the ‘market’. You scratch my back—I scratch yours, that sort of thing.
Dom is an excellent fake boyfriend. He’s protective and caring, and even gives me a smoking hot kiss.
Then things get complicated. The charity has another event for us to attend —out of town, and overnight.
Between late night confessions and three more smoking hot kisses—not that I’m counting—I start wondering if he’s really faking everything.
I’m certainly way past pretending.
Soon after, Dom admits that he wants to date me… me, Reese Maxwell, for real!
But my heart isn’t allowed to make any decisions anymore.
Except — maybe — this one last time…
