One second, I’m bolting from “I do” in a cloud of tulle and regret.
The next, I’m pressed up against Declan Ford—tattooed, broody, abs to die for—while he wraps his arms around me and kisses me like he means it.
The man I was never supposed to want. My best friend’s brother. Widowed single dad. My new freaking neighbor.
And now? My fake fiancé.
It’s just damage control, he says. One little lie to keep the gossip at bay and my ex away.
But this house isn’t big enough for all this heat.
We’re tangled in shared laundry, shared beds, and late-night whispers that sound a lot like promises.
And when my obsessive ex shows up demanding answers?
Declan growls mine.
