I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels.
I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping.
One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again.
Darien Blackwood: heir to a legal empire, permanently scowling, and inconveniently shirtless.
I patch him up after a deer totals his Corvette. He blames me. Obviously.
We can’t stand each other—until we’re stuck together.
He cooks gourmet food at midnight while I cry over wedding cake I never got to eat.
We fake a relationship to throw off his obsessed ex—and my unhinged one.
But the fake kisses start feeling dangerously real.
I’m falling. Hard.
