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 fiancée. 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 fiancée. Real problems.
